"If I am so wicked, I wonder you want to be engaged to me!"
"Can't I like anybody but you?" Blair said, and yawned.
"You can like everybody, for all I care," she retorted. Blair whistled, upon which Elizabeth became absorbed in petting her dog, kissing him ardently between his eyes.
"I hate to see a girl kiss a dog," Blair observed;
"'Sing Polly-wolly-doo—'"
"Don't look, then," said Elizabeth, and kissed Bobby again.
Blair sighed, and gave up his song. Bobby, obviously uncomfortable, scrambled out of Elizabeth's lap and began to stretch himself on the uncertain floor of the skiff.
"Lie down!" Blair commanded, and poked the little creature, not ungently, with his foot. Bobby yelped, gave a flying nip at his ankle, and retreated to the shelter of his mistress's skirts. "Confound that dog!" cried Blair.
"You are a horrid boy!" she said, consoling her puppy with frantic caresses. "I'm glad he bit you!"
Blair, rubbing his ankle, said he'd like to throw the little wretch overboard.