She smiled. “You talk as if I were an angler.”
“I wish you were! Anything but a carrier.”
“Don’t say that. Would you like me to buy another pair of gloves—on your account?”
“If you would!” he said eagerly.
“Thank you!
But still he’d-sing fol de rol iddle ol.
“What size do you take?”
“Stow that fol-de-riddling—you know I don’t mean gloves for me.”
“Are you taking back the order?” she said, with feigned disappointment.
“I never gave you an order!” he said, goaded. “I’d cut my tongue out sooner.”