So he swallowed a taciturn clam.”
“What nonsense!” cried Rose.
“That’s good about monotonous virtue,” said Jack. “A whole day and no row!”
“Not one,” said Rose.
“Why, Rose, if a fellow don’t fight somebody, what’s to become of him?”
“I guess we aren’t any less brave than the Romans,” remarked Ned, sententiously. “If you gemini had a hornets’ nest to fight every day, you would let me alone. I hate to fight.”
“Oh! There’s a nice fat fib.”
“I do. I had to eat dinner standing up for two days after that scrimmage.”
“Yes, little peaceful man!” said Jack. “Tell us a story, Rose. It’s an hour to the brook.”
“Very well. Once on a time there was a princess. She was terribly rich, and as pretty—”