"Really?"
"Yes, hadn't you heard it? 'Once aboard the lugger and the girl is mine,' it is. And I say, you'd better put some old clothes on if I'm to show you how the centre-board works."
"All right."
"What about Lovey?" he asked once more.
"Oh, we write down on a slate where we're going."
He held her a little away. "I—say!... You wouldn't tell her where, would you?"
"Why not?"
"What—cheek!"
"She put me 'on my honour'—impudence!" quoth Louie.
"But I say—what frightful cheek!"