“Milk, please. Have a sandwich, Poke?”
“A sandwich?” murmured Poke, helping himself liberally after determining the kind he wanted. “Why put the ‘a’ in?”
“Now,” said Jeffrey presently, when the first pangs of hunger had been assuaged, “let’s talk about a name for the canoe, fellows.”
“Mayn’t I help too?” asked Hope.
“Why, of course; I want you to!”
“You said ‘fellows,’ and I didn’t know.”
“Excuse me,” Jeffrey laughed, “I should have said ‘Lady and fellows.’ I tell you how we’ll do it. We’ll start and go around the circle in turn. You’re first, Jim. What do you say?”