“Let me see. What did he say? Really, I don't know. But I should judge that it would be entirely as she wished. She is—”
“Boss of the show, eh?”
“Exactly. Most vivid phrase, eh?”
“Very. And no doubt aptly descriptive of the fact.”
In half an hour the breakfast was finished, and the elder man got his pipe a-going.
“Now, dad, you had better go along and make your call, while I get things together here.”
“What! You not going! No, no, that won't do, my boy. It was about you they were concerned. You were the occasion of the acquaintanceship. Besides, meeting in the wilderness this way we can't do that sort of thing, you know.”
“Well, dad, frankly, I am quite terrified of the young lady. Suppose she should start bossing us. We should both be quite helpless.”
“Oh, nonsense, boy! Come along. Get your hat.”
“All right, I'll come. On your head be the consequences, dad. No. I don't need a hat. Fortunately I put on a clean shirt. Will I do, dad? You know I'm 'scairt stiff,' as Harry Hobbs would say.”