We youngsters went on deck before turning in. The stars were all out, and all sail was crowded; but though well into the Channel, we made but little way, the sea all round being as calm as an English lake.
We sat down together near the companion.
“You don’t think me a very nasty fellow now, do you?” said Peter.
“No, I begin to like you rather.”
“Am I very ugly?”
“No, not ugly, but you looked conceited.”
“Well, so I perhaps am. Now, I’m lots older than you, and we’ve known each other all the evening, so forgive me for trying plainly to put you up to ropes. You’re green, and you must get rid of your lime-juice. Now, never lose your temper.”
“Oh! Jill,” I cried, laughing, “Peter is right, and we’ve broken our good resolve.”
“Always take chaff in the spirit it is meant.”
“So we had intended,” I sighed, “hadn’t we, Jill?”