It was while she was picking grapes in the vine house that Lumsden took heart and disburthened himself of a little of his recent chagrin.
"Flash! I'm going to scold you!"
"Oh, Bryan! what for? For culling all these grapes? I like 'cull,' it sounds less greedy than 'pick.' I cull, thou culleth—no, cullest—she culls."
"Flash! out of all the world what made you pick on those two Jezebels to speak to on the lawn?"
"What's the matter with them besides 'jezziness'?"
"You know well enough. They're not nice women."
"Really nice women don't have much to say to me? Have you noticed it, skipper?"
"They would if——Oh! stop eating all those grapes. You'll make yourself sick."
"If what, please?"
"If you'd only do the straight thing?"