“No; quite low.”
“It can’t be. Go and look.”
Max went to the window and looked out.
“The rocks are bare ever so far out, and you can see all the yellow weed.”
“No, I can’t.”
“I meant I can.”
“Well, why don’t you say what you mean? Phew! how hot this room is! You might open a window.”
Max smiled at his companion’s petulance, and opened the window.
“Now, you’re laughing at a poor miserable beggar.”
“No, no, Kenneth,” said Max, taking his hand.