“Since he accused me that way.”
“Oh! I’ll withdraw the accusation if you’ll only call me Jack! I love to hear you say that, Hazel! Call me Jack.”
“Silly!” muttered Cora.
“Mushy, I call it,” declared Bess. “Downright mushy!”
“You’re jealous,” added Walter.
“Say Jack!” commanded the dripping owner of the name, “or I’ll come over and sit by you, Hazel, and I’m almost sure that blue dress of yours spots.”
“It does! Oh, don’t let him come near me!” begged Hazel, trying to retreat into the cabin.
“Say Jack then!” commanded the relentless one, dripping at every step as he pursued her.
“Your brains seem to have gone overboard, and not to have come back with you,” said Cora to her brother. “Quit your fooling. You’re getting the cushions all wet.”