"Didn't see you," Dick responded cheerfully. He had had ideas of apologising, but they vanished hurriedly. They glared at each other.
"Is my daddy up?" she demanded.
"He wasn't when I left," Dick said. "Don't think he meant to be, either, by the way he was snoring."
She flamed into anger.
"You're cheeky. My daddy never snores!"
"Oh, doesn't he?" returned the bewildered Dick. "Well, you go down to the cabin and listen, that's all, if you don't believe me."
"I don't need to go—I know he doesn't," she said loftily. "I expect you were snoring yourself, and thought it was my daddy. I think he's jolly good to let you sleep in his cabin."
The amazing effrontery of this made Dick gasp.
"Well—you have a nerve!" he said. "His cabin, indeed. I like that. It's mine just as much."
"No it isn't—-my daddy had it before you came."