“Jes’ y-you,” he nodded; “n-nobody else.”
“All right, Walter.”
Between “Waga” and “Da” they sat and looked out upon the wide sheet of blue water, startlingly clear in the moonlight.
“H-he’s gotta keep away from Phœbe,” Walter managed to begin.
Jerry was too used to managing her brother to show astonishment at any remark. He was easily frightened off.
“What makes you think so?” she asked quietly.
“H-he’s been hangin’ ’round, laughin’ and—lookin’ at her.”
“But everyone does, Walter,” she said; “who can help it? She is wonderful, you know.”
“She’s all right,” said he.
Walter seemed to have nothing further to add to that topic, and Jerry knew better than to try to force him to talk. She waited until he began again.