"Then let 'er come and tell me so."
"I don't think she'll do that," said I.
"No more do I, Peter." Saying which, he fell to work with the towel even as I had done.
"George," said I after a silence.
"Well, Peter?"
"Has it ever struck you that Prudence is an uncommonly handsome girl?"
"To be sure it 'as, Peter—I were blind else."
"And that other men may see this too?"
"Well, Peter?"
"And some one—even tell her so?" His answer was a long time coming, but come it did at last: