"No harm in trying. Keep him on tenter-hooks, at any rate."
"Ship ahoy!" came in joyous tones from Andy Black as he rounded the
corner of the saloon, clinging to his cap. "Been looking for you all
over. Say, did you all know we were passing Bird Island?"
"If we don't," said Percival, with his most deliberate stare, "it is not
because we have failed to be informed of the uninteresting fact every
five minutes for the last half-hour."
"Consider me the third stanza," said Andy; "please omit me!"
Bobby laughed as he disappeared, and pushed back her tumbled hair.
"I love to hear you say 'hawf,'" she said; then she added impetuously,
"You aren't a bit like anybody I ever saw before."
"I dare say," said Percival, returning her smile.
"Not only your talk, but your walk, and the way you wear your clothes."
"I suppose my tailor does rather understand my figure," said Percival;
"but what puzzles you about my speech?"
"I don't know. It's different. And then I never can tell what you are
thinking about."
"Do you wish to know what I'm thinking about just now?"
"Yes."
"I am wondering why you wear high-heeled, gold-beaded slippers in the
morning."
Bobby thrust forth two dainty feet and contemplated them in surprise.
"What's wrong with them?" she asked.
"Rather dressy for the morning, aren't they?" he gently suggested.
"I don't know," she said good-humoredly. "I've got a trunkful of clothes
down in my state-room, but I never know which ones to put on.
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