"It is not respectful. You must call me Mr. Bates."
"But Mr. Bates is your father," objected Tommy.
"That is my name, too. My father is Squire Bates."
Tommy did not pay much attention to this explanation, for he was paddling his hands in the water.
"Lemme row," said Tommy, suddenly.
"Let you row? You can't row."
"Yes I can. Dean lets me row."
"It doesn't make much difference about his old tub," said Brandon, scornfully; "you can't row in this boat."
"Why not, Brandon?"
"Didn't I tell you not to call me Brandon?"