“You say you and he could, but I couldn’t? Why couldn’t I, I’d like to know?”
“Didn’t say you couldn’t,” replied Kitty, blinking. “Said you might. Don’t believe you could though, Tad.”
“Why not?” challenged Tad.
“Takes strength and plenty of wind. You haven’t the lungs, Tad.”
“What’s the matter with my lungs?” inquired Tad irritably.
“Undeveloped,” responded Kitty calmly.
“Undeveloped, your grandmother!” Tad struck himself sharply on the chest and went into a fit of coughing. “There’s no—nothing the mat—matter with my—my lungs! And just to prove it I’ll climb that old Rock and show you!”
“Better wait until after we’ve had lunch though,” Rodney laughed. “If you fell off you’d miss the eats.”
“Well, I guess that would be wiser. Might as well be sure of my lunch. Where will we eat it? Ought to have some water, too.”