"Then never, never—do you hear?—think or mention such a thing again. Promise me."
"I won't, so help me—"
"That 'll do; that's right. Now be sensible and get these skis off, so I can walk to the house like a woman instead of a penguin."
"You ain't goin' to lay it up against me?" he pleaded, as we neared the house.
"No, of course not; only, remember, you 're under oath. I mean all this." I nodded at him gravely.
"An' I mean it too; you won't have nothing to complain of so fur as I 'm concerned."
"Dear old Cale!" I whispered to him as I entered the house, where I found Jamie in a state of suppressed excitement for I had given him no opportunity to advance his theories about what he had heard the night before from Cale.
"I say, Marcia, come on into the office and let's talk; the Doctor is in the living-room, writing for all he is worth."
"I can't; I 'm busy." At which he went off in a huff.