"It's the sea-air, Lou," he exclaimed glibly. "It always makes me
feel like a fighting-cock. I--"
"Rubbish! You detest the sea-air. It makes you feel like fighting, I
grant, but not like a fighting-cock."
"There you go, trying to tell me how I feel. I've never known any one
like you, Lou. I can't say a word that--"
"Have you had any news from Maud?" she broke in suspiciously.
"Not a word," said he.
"What have you done to Channie Scoville?" she questioned, fixing him
with an accusing eye.
"Not a thing," said he.
"Then, what is it?"
"You won't believe me if I tell you," said he warily.
"Yes, I will."
"No, you won't."
"Tell me this instant why you've been grinning like a Cheshire cat
all day."
"It's the sea-air," said he, and then: "I said you wouldn't believe
me, didn't I?"
"Do you think I'm a fool, Will Blithers?" she flashed, and did not
wait for an answer. He chuckled to himself as she swept imperiously
out of sight around a corner of the deck-building.
He was up bright and early the next morning, tingling with
anticipation.
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