"I guess that will be some race," said Miss Susie Stevens. "I think I'll go with you."
"You think you'll what?" demanded Mr. Button sharply.
"I just said that I thought I would be one of the crew of the Black Growler in the race."
"Excuse me, young lady," said Mr. Button solemnly. "That will be no place for a lady."
"Why not?" demanded Miss Susie unabashed.
"All you have to do is to look at yourself now," retorted Mr. Button somewhat tartly. "You're soaked, you're dripping from your head to your heels."
"I don't mind a little thing like that."
"Well, you ought to, whether you do or not. When I was your age the girls didn't go in for racing."
"Then they never knew what they lost."
"No, they didn't know what they lost," said Mr. Button quietly. "I guess they were better, if they were not better off."