“Well,” I said, “why not? But not in that gown.”
“Would it be a waste, and wicked? But you said it was spotted already.”
“It may be cleaned,” I answered. “I wonder at you.” For I was impatient. What a spendthrift governess!
“There are so many things I do not think of,” she said contritely. “But I must learn. And what gown, then?”
“A short one,” I said, “and an old one, if you have such a thing. I never heard of so extravagant a governess.”
“Oh,” she said, and smiled again. And I saw the light in her eyes, though it was nearly dark. “And have you known many governesses, fisherman?”
“None,” said I. “But my name is Adam.”
“You said Thomas.”
“Eve,” I replied, with firmness, “I said Adam.”
“Well, then, Adam, what else?”