"I did, too. I saw it first thing, and I thought how nice it looked on you."
"Spoof would have said how nice I looked under it."
"Oh, damn Spoof!"
"Spoof's an artist, Frank. You're not."
"Nor yet a poet. But I reckon I'll make a good farmer."
"We threshed out the ox question a while ago. Let's keep on new ground."
"Very well. Here's some new ground. When did Spoof tell you all these things? I understood he hadn't come into the house all the time we were away."
"He didn't either—hardly. But he used to come over regularly to see that everything was all right about the place and to have his 'bawth', and he had the handsomest bathing suit—white and yellow trimmings—and Marjorie and I fixed up bathing suits too, and we used to go in——"
"Together?"
"Of course. Only Marjorie only went in once or twice; she said she was afraid of the frogs. . . . . Marjorie is a knowing girl."