“Never mind that,” said the young man, and there was a little impatient flick to the words, “I’ll begin wherever you say—”
“Why, I don’t mind,” said Uncle William kindly. “If I was advising you, I should say, ’Don’t look anywheres.’.rdquo;
Juno moved over and rubbed against Uncle William’s leg. Then she returned to her seat by the cupboard and lifted her lip in a silent miaouw.
“Byme-by, Juno,” said Uncle William cheerfully. “She’s hungry, like enough,” he said, turning to the fish-warden.
But the man had stooped and was lifting the cover of the red lounge.
“It’s a dreadful clutter,” said Uncle William aside to Andy, “‘Seems’s if I hadn’t o’t to let him see it looking like that—”
“You ’d better wring her neck,” said Andy between his set teeth.
“Why, Andy!—You don’t find anything there, Mr. Mason?” said Uncle William.
The man emerged with red face. “I didn’t expect to,” he said—“But it’s my business to look—”
“Yes, it’s your business. That’s what I was sayin’ to myself when I was out sailin’—”