“Well, you go and let him blow to you.”
“No, thank you; I hate it.”
“So do I; only a chap who is going to be chief of a clan some day mustn’t say he hates the horrible old row. Here, I shall get up.”
He threw off the clothes; but Max dashed at him, and covered him to the shoulders.
“No, no!” he cried.
“There you go with your ‘No, no,’ again. You’re just like a great girl, Max.”
“Am I? I’m very sorry.”
“What’s the good of being sorry? Be more like a man. Oh dear! I am so tired of lying here!”
“Yes, it is very tiring.”
“Well, I know that. I didn’t want you to tell me. What did Scoody say?”