"Well, you are a muff. I never get caught that way."
"Oh, but you're a boy!"
"Yes; when I'm a man I'm going to marry you--do you hear that?"
Florry nodded. "All right," she said. "What did Jimmee say about Lizzie?"
"Oh! he gave me--a--hm--no--he gave me a letter for Lizzie, and I promised to give it to you to give to her, y'know."
"Where's the letter?--give it to me."
Eddy pulled out of his pocket the envelope, now soiled and grimy from contact with a peg-top, a bit of native sweetmeat, and the leather pouch of his catapult.
"Here 'tis," he said; "you'll give it to Lizzie?"
Florry took the letter carefully. "It's very dirty," she said, as she slipped it into her pocket. There was a silence of about a minute, during which time Eddy finished the remainder of his sandwiches.
"Well," he said, "I'm off to bowl a little; you girls are no use--can't do anything."