Peter nodded.
"It's a wonder to me that Mrs. Hamon lets him run after that girl of hers as she does," said Julie.
"If I catch him up to any of his tricks I'll break his head for him."
"Maybe it would be a good thing for little Nance if you did."
"Knew he was a toad as soon as I set eyes on him, so did Peter. Didn't you, Peter?"
Peter nodded.
"What d'he say to you?" demanded Tom.
"Didn't say much. Asked if you were much away at the fishing and that. But the way he looked at me!—I've got the shivers down my back yet," and a virtuous little shudder shook her and made a visible impression on Peter.
"Peter and me'll maybe have a word with him one of these days, won't we, Peter?"
"Maybe," said Peter.