"No, we'd have to ride, but the rent is so much lower it would pay our carfare."
"Gee!" said George again, "isn't that great? And is this the guy that owns it?"
"Yes, or at least he and his father do. He's been very kind. He's taking all this trouble to take us out in his car to-day to make sure if there is anything that needs to be done for our comfort there. He certainly is an unusual man for a landlord."
"He sure is, Shirley. I guess mebbe he has a case on you the way he looks at you."
"George!" said Shirley severely, the red staining her cheeks and her eyes flashing angrily. "George! That was a dreadful thing for you to say. If you ever even think a thing like that again, I won't have anything to do with him or the place. We'll just stay in the city all summer. I suppose perhaps that would be better, anyway."
Shirley got up and began to button her coat haughtily, as if she were going out that minute.
"Aw, gee, Shirley! I was just kidding. Can't you take a joke? This thing must be getting on your nerves. I never saw you so touchy."
"It certainly is getting on my nerves to have you say a thing like that, George."
Shirley's tone was still severe.
"Aw, cut the grouch, Shirley. I tell you I was just kidding. 'Course he's a good guy. He probably thinks you're cross-eyed, knock-kneed——"