"Isn't there something more I can get from your room?" the Tyro asked of Little Miss Grouch, after he had greeted the judge.
She shook her head with a smile.
"So the dumb has found a tongue, eh?" remarked the lawyer.
"Emergency use only," explained the Tyro.
"Well, my legal advice," pursued the jurist with a reassuring grimace at the girl, "is that you can make hay while the moon shines, for I don't think any officer is going to concern himself with your little affair just at present. But my personal advice," he added significantly, "in the interests of your own peace of mind, is that you go and sit on the rudder the rest of the voyage. Safety first!"
"I think he's an awfully queer old man," pouted Little Miss Grouch, as the judge sauntered away.
"Don't abuse my counsel," said the Tyro.
"He isn't your counsel. He's my counsel. I paid him five whole dollars to be."
"Hoots, lassie! I paid him ten."
"You want my house," said Little Miss Grouch, aggrieved, "and you want my lawyer. Is there anything else of mine you'd like to lay claim to?"