"That enough?" he asked innocently.
"You idiot!" cried Nan.
"Do say something new, Nan," called Mollie from the other side of the boat. "That is the third time to-day you have given Dick that appellation."
"How can I help it," groaned Nan, "when it characterizes him so perfectly?"
"You can't," said Nathalie consolingly, "and if I were you I would not attempt to."
Dick looked at both girls with withering scorn, then glanced by them as if their existence were a matter of small import.
"Helen, can I open the beer and ginger ale now?"
"If it will be any comfort to you, Dick, you have my consent."
"I think I will try another sandwich, if Miss Birdsall can spare me one."
"Then catch, Mr. Farr," and Nathalie tossed him one, with unerring aim.