“Well, there isn’t much to tell,” said Guy, with a smile, as he stroked his thick, blond hair.
“There isn’t? Well, you ought to be ashamed to say so. Did you work very hard?”
“Well, not very,” Guy replied, with an amused glance from his blue eyes.
“What did you do, then?”
“Oh, I did lots of things.”
“Such as what?”
“Well, the best thing I did was to make the first ten of the Pudding.”
“What!” Fanny sat bolt upright.
“Yes. I made the first ten of the Pudding,” Guy explained, modestly. “Great, wasn’t it?”
“What in the world are you talking about? Is it possible you’re guying me? Well, I’m ashamed. I didn’t think you’d try anything like that on me!”