"But, Jim! We can't tell people."
"Oh—that's the christening. I forgot, ducky. No, we can't talk about it of course. But I'll do anything you say——"
"Will you?"
"Will I? Watch me!"
"Then—then don't take out the Stinger for a while. Do you mind, dear?"
"What!" he said, jaw dropping.
"I can't bear it, Jim. I was a good sport before; you know I was. But my nerve has gone. I can't take chances now; I want you to see—it——"
After a moment he nodded.
"Sure," he said. "It's like Lent. You've got to offer up something.... If you feel that way—" he sighed unconsciously—"I'll lock up the hangar until——"
"Oh, darling! Will you?"