“Take my advice and don’t,” she warned.
“You didn’t take mine.”
“And that’s only half of it. I’m not going to,” the girl flung back, looking at him with a flash of mischief in her eyes.
“Well, I can’t help that. It’s good medicine.” He added a suggestion: “Tell Dodson that I warned you against him if you like.”
“Why would I do that?” she asked.
“I don’t want to feel underhanded about it. I’d rather you did tell him.”
“Well, I won’t,” she said with decision. “What kind of a girl do you think I am?”
“If you want me to tell you how nice a girl I think you are——”
“Now—now,” she protested, laughing. “That’s not what old dog Trays are for.”
“Thought you asked me,” he replied with deep innocence.