"Well you might as well have said 'Damn you!' You meant it," whimpered Little Miss Grouch.
"She might have been drowned," said the Tyro.
"So might you. I saved your life by not letting you go in after her. And you haven't a spark of gratitude."
"Well," began the Tyro, astounded at this sudden turn of strategy, "I am—"
"Go on and curse some more," she advised. "I suppose you'd have kicked me if I hadn't let go."
He stared at her, speechless.
"Now you've made me cu-cu-cry again. And my nose is all red. Isn't my nose all red? Say 'Yes.'"
"Yes," said the bewildered young man, obediently.
"And I'm hoarse as a crow. Am I? Say it!"
"Y-y-yes," he stammered.