“Shut up! You’re no quitter. Put a few of her good dinners into you, and you’ll be ready to buck any game coming.”
“I believe you. But it won’t be her dinners alone; it’s herself. She radiates something good besides food.”
Sydney clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m glad you like her. I am not able to speak of her as you do, but I—I think she’s the best ever.” He turned away, ashamed that he could not find words to say what he wished. He seemed the more dumb because of Max’s fluency.
“Is this the way you do the trick, Mr. Blanket-slinger?” Max asked, catching up a sheet and flapping it wide but crookedly over the mattress.
“No. It’s wrong side up and end to.”
“How do you tell that?”
Sydney showed him the right side of the hem that came uppermost, and the wide hem designating the upper end of the sheet.
Max thanked him and carefully flung the other sheet to place.
“That goes wrong side up. Turn it over.”
“For the love of Inverarity, why?”