"Cook?" says she. "Oh, dear, yes! I can wash dishes, too."
"Can you?" says he. "I'm fine at wiping 'em."
"Such conceit!" says she.
"Then I'll prove it," says he, "right after dinner."
"I'll help you, Robert," says Marjorie.
"My dear sister," says he, "please consider the size of the Pyxie's galley."
So, as there didn't seem to be any more competition, after we'd finished everything in sight we left the two of 'em joshin' away merry, doin' the dishes. Later on, while Ferdie's pokin' around, he makes a discovery.
"Oh, I say, Bob," he calls down, "there's a box up here that hasn't been opened. Groceries, I think. Come have a look at it."
Mr. Robert he takes one glance and turns away disgusted. "No," says he. "I know what's in there. No use at all on this trip." Then, as he passes me he whispers: "I say, when you get a chance, chuck that box overboard, will you?"
I nods, grinnin', and explains confidential to Vee.