"I asked for you? Oh, no! What made you think that?"
I did not reply, but seated myself flat upon the floor, with my back against the outer wall, as I had promised the Bo's'n that I would.
"How silly you look!" said Cynthia.
"I suppose I do," said I.
"What made you think I asked for you, Mr. Jones?"
"I don't think; I know."
"How?"
"Your Uncle told me so."
"Uncle! Uncle! How could you? I never——"
"Not when you was awake, Cynthy, girl. I know that. I didn't tell Jones here you knew it.—What do you want to fluster a girl so for, Jones?"