“The old man says you’re to keep a few points closer to the wind,” said Peter.
“All right,” I replied, giving the necessary orders.
Peter was in one of his funny moods to-day, I knew, because he asked Jill if, having nothing else to do, he would mind whistling for some more wind.
“For a capful, if you like,” said Jill, merrily; “may I have your cap to hold it in?”
“Now, youngster, I own you’re smart, but never cheek your superior officer. Besides, I’m older than either of you, and if you’re both good boys I’m going to marry your sister.”
We laughed outright.
“Thank you,” said Jill, “that is very good. I remember you told Mattie herself that last time we were home, and I thought at the time cheek couldn’t well go further.”
“If anybody marries Mattie,” continued Jill, “it must be Jack.”
“Jack! What! Marry his sister?”
I grew suddenly serious.