"Mr. Grit," she said, finishing the sentence.
"Just as you like. I admire your taste," said Phil, with a sneer.
As he walked away, Marion turned to the young boatman.
"Is your name really Grit?" she asked.
"No; people call me so."
"I can understand why," she answered with a smile. "You look—gritty."
"If I do, I hope it isn't anything disagreeable," responded our hero.
"Oh, no," said Marion; "quite the contrary. I like to see boys that won't allow themselves to be imposed upon."
"I don't generally allow myself to be imposed upon."