“So they are.”
“I thought you meant me.”
“Thought you was a fool, did you?”
“Then last night you got in a wax—Jude.”
“Yep.”
“Nothing—only—we don’t want to quarrel—and we haven’t been the same since last night, somehow.”
“Which way?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You wouldn’t let me help to clear the things this morning.”
“Wouldn’t I? Well, you can help to steer the ship now. Kin you steer?”
“Only a boat.”