"Well it's true, isn't it?"
"It is not!"
"How about Jennie Tupper?"
"Oh that!" said Skippy burying the memory with a wave of his hand.
"You see you are a brute! Well I don't mind. I like your hands."
Skippy took a precautionary glance at the ends of his baseball fingers and then allowed them to come to rest on the tablecloth.
"Now you're trying to jolly me," he said astutely.
"No. I always notice hands the first thing. They tell so much about your character. I saw yours at once."
"You can read hands?" said Skippy, who knew this much of the etiquette of the game.
"Yes, but not now," said Vivi in a promissory tone.