"She won't let me go swimming."
"Won't let you?—of course not. Never heard of a woman that would. Women are always scared of the water."
"Father won't let me either."
"You don't say so. Here, take a bite of gingerbread."
Preston took a bite; but he saw Tommy was in earnest about swimming, and he caught himself by the left ear, as if that would keep him from going with him: yet, somehow, he felt as if he should go, in spite of his fears.
"Look here, Tommy."
"Well, I'm looking."
"Now, Tommy Winters."
"Yes, that's my name."