"You tell it well," says I. "Just as though I hadn't been doin' my best to dodge the net! But what chance has a man got when he's cornered at breakfast and she offers to— Ouch!"
Vee springs one of them boardin'-school tricks of hers, shootin' a teaspoonful of water accurate across the table.
"Rough-houser!" says I, moppin' my eye with the napkin. "If your Auntie can't train you, maybe she'll let me try."
"Oh, no doubt she would," says Vee.
"I might ask her," I suggests.
"I'd love to be around when you did," says she, rollin' her eyes impish.
"Meanin' I wouldn't dare, eh?" says I.
Vee only dabbles her pink finger-ends in the little glass bowl, and chuckles like she was rememberin' something funny.
"Suppose I did and got away with it?" I asks.
Vee gives me a quizzin' glance from them gray eyes, one of the kind that sort of warms me up under my vest.