"What has a bushel got to do with him? It takes two pecks to make one, and he's only one Peck."
"Aren't you smart! I think we'd better change the subject."
"Sure I'm smart. I've proved that by helping to catch three crooks and send them to State prison. I think it's about time I shook these knickerbockers and got into trousers. I'm getting tired of being taken for a twelve-year-old kid."
"Why, the idea! You look real cute in knee pants. Mr. Peck says——"
"Cut out what Mr. Half Bushel says. I'm the party to be pleased. I've got a girl now, so it's time——"
"A girl!" exclaimed his sister, evidently astonished.
"Why not? Got any objection?" asked Dick aggressively.
"When did this happen? Who is she?"
"She's an heiress. You don't suppose I would consider any girl who hadn't prospects, do you?" grinned Dick.
"Tell me her name," asked his sister, with an air of inquisitive interest.