"I'll get at it now," said Roger.
With Felicia trailing at his heels, Roger made his way to the shed beside the spring. The engine and pump were both old. Roger tinkered for a half hour, Felicia standing by to hand him the wrench or the oil can on demand.
"Do you love me, Roger?" the child asked, as Roger tugged at a rusty oil cup screw.
"I certainly do. Do you love me?"
"Yes. Do you love Charley?"
"Well, I'm fond of Charley. I've known her a long time, you know."
"But you aren't fonder of her than you are of me?" insisted Felicia.
"Certainly not! You're my best sweetheart. Now the oil can, Felicia."
The little girl stared at Roger, with speculative eyes. "Charley says you're very interesting. What is an interesting man, Roger?"
"One who knows how to start a gas engine, chicken," exclaimed Charley, coming into the shed. "Mercy, Felicia, are you always as personal as this?"