“You seem to be in the dumps,” Captain Anderson remarked.
“I reckon you’d be, too, if you had the trimmin’ I just got.”
“Trimmin’?”
“My mother thinks I’ve been botherin’ you too much. Have I?”
“Botherin’ me? How?”
“Oh, buttin’ in about engines, and beggin’ you to let me have that aero-catamaran, and talkin’ boats, and borrowin’ your map, and pesterin’ you about the Bahamas.”
“She don’t really believe that, does she? Why, Andy, I put all those things in your head.”
“She says we’re down here on business. When we attend to that, we’re goin’ back home. I’m sorry we had to bother you at all. I guess you can keep the aero-catamaran.”
The good-natured captain was shaking with laughter.