"No. Why?"
"You spoke so sharp. I s'pose you ache a good deal?"
"Some. Are you always with Maxwell when he comes?"
"Lordy! no, I ain't. In the evening, if he 'n' Prue are walkin' round in the garden, I ain't with 'em then. But I'm along if they ride horseback, or go in the boat,—the Britisher's boat, you know,—or wheelin', and so on. Prue says I make things more interestin'."
"Oh, you go to make things interesting?"
"That's about it."
Leander's shrewd little eyes would roam about the moor and then come back to the face of the man on the lounge. He now added, "But I guess I don't make things as interestin' as Prue does."
"I guess you don't."
"No, you bet. She's a one-er for that, ain't she?" he remarked, with animation.
"Yes, she is."