“Don’t do that! I wish you wouldn’t be such a molly. Can’t you say ‘No, no,’ without catching hold of a fellow’s hand?—and one ‘no’ is enough. How jolly hot it is! See old Tonal’ this morning?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He wants to come up and play to you on the pipes.”
“Did he say he would?”
“Yes; and that he’d cut his way to you if they didn’t let him come. He was going to sharpen his broadsword this morning.”
“Look here: if he came up and began to play, he’d drive me mad. You go down and get my double gun and some cartridges.”
“What for?”
“You don’t suppose I’m going to lie here and be driven mad! I’ll shoot him like I would a hare.”
“Nonsense!” said Max, laughing.