"It's a fine evening," said Mr. Walters, at last.
"Beautiful," said Rosa.
They eyed each other again, thoughtfully.
"You hurt my arm just now," said Rosa, rubbing it coquettishly. "You're very strong, aren't you?"
"Middling," said the boatswain.
"Very strong, I should say," said Rosa. "You've got such a broad chest and shoulders."
The boatswain inflated himself.
"And arms," continued Miss Jelks, admiringly. "Arms like—like—"
"Blocks o' wood," suggested the modest Mr. Walters, squinting at them complacently.
"Or iron," said Rosa. "Well, good-by; it's my evening out, and I mustn't waste it."