“It couldn’t be too long for me,” said Miss Harris, tossing her head.
“Be’aving like a schoolboy,” murmured the skipper.
“I know how to behave my-self,” said the mate, as he disappeared below. His head suddenly appeared again over the companion. “If some people don’t,” he added, and disappeared again.
He was pleased to notice as he ate his dinner that the giddy prattle above had ceased, and with his back turned toward the couple when he appeared on deck again, he lounged slowly forward until the skipper called him back again.
“Wot was them words you said just now, Ted?” he inquired.
The mate repeated them with gusto.
“Very good,” said the skipper, sharply; “very good.”
“Don’t you ever speak to me again,” said Miss Harris, with a stately air, “because I won’t answer you if you do.”
The mate displayed more of his schoolboy nature. “Wait till you’re spoken to,” he said, rudely. “This is your gratefulness, I suppose?”
“Gratefulness?” said Miss Harris, with her chin in the air. “What for?”