“You know perfectly well.”
“Oh, that! Why, you see, sis, I knew he’d made a mistake, and I knew he’d want to—to correct it. So I just gave him a chance.”
“But to refuse to fix the engine until he’d apologized!”
“I didn’t refuse. I’d have fixed it if he hadn’t. That was just a bluff—and it worked!” Toby chuckled. “What did you think of him?”
“I thought he was very—very nice,” replied Phebe, after a moment.
“He isn’t so bad, I guess,” agreed Toby carelessly. “Some one ought to show him how to run that boat, though.”
“And he is very good looking, too,” added Phebe.
Toby grinned. “You wait till you see me with my hair slicked down flat with vaseline, sis!”
“Vaseline! The idea! His hair is just naturally shiny.”