"Hypnotized him," says I. "That part was a cinch."
"And until to-day you didn't know where we were, or anything," says she.
"I scouted around a bit yesterday afternoon," says I. "Saw you too."
"Yesterday!" says she. "Why, no one came near all the afternoon; that is, only a couple of lobstermen in a horrid, smelly old boat."
"Uh-huh," says I. "One was me, in disguise."
"Torchy!" says she, gaspin'. And somehow she snuggles up a little closer after that. "I didn't think when I wrote," she goes on, "that you would be so absurd."
"Maybe I was," says I. "But I took it straight, that part about it bein' stupid up here. I was figurin' on liftin' the gloom. I hadn't counted on Payne."
"Well, what then?" says she, tossin' her chin up.
"Nothin'," says I. "Guess you were right, too."
"He only came the other day," says Vee; "but he's nice."