"You know," he said craftily, "I can buy a very nice little dog indeed for you in St. Augustine."
"I am not stopping in St. Augustine. Besides, there are only horrid little lap-dogs there."
"Don't you like lap-dogs—Pomms, Pekinese, Maltese?" he inquired persuasively.
"No."
"You are unlike the majority of girls then. What sort of dog do you like?"
"Setters," she explained with decision.[162]
And as he bit his lip in annoyed silence she added:
"Setter puppies are what I adore."
"I'm sorry," he said bluntly.
She added, not heeding his observation: "I am mad about setter puppies, particularly English setter puppies. And when I try to realise that I discovered a shipwrecked one all by myself, and rescued it, I can scarcely believe in such an adorable miracle."