“’Ullo?”
“What the devil,” demanded Sam forcefully, “do you mean by chirruping at Miss Derrick out of trees?”
“I only said oo-oo, Sam,” pleaded Mr. Todhunter.
“You said what?”
“Oo-oo!”
“What on earth did you want to say oo-oo for?”
Much voyaging on the high seas had given Hash’s cheeks the consistency of teak, but at this point something resembling a blush played about them.
“I thought it was the girl.”
“What girl?”
“The maid. Clara, ’er name is.”