"I wasn't hurting your kitchen, and as
to talking and laughing there--what do you think my tongue was given to
me for? Show? P'r'aps if you'd been doing a day's hard work you'd--"
"Look here, my girl--" began the captain, desperately.
"Don't you my girl me, please," interrupted Miss Vickers. "I'm not your
girl, thank goodness. If I was you'd be a bit different, I can tell you.
If you had any girls you'd know better than to try and come between them
and their young men. Besides, they wouldn't let you. When a girl's got
a young man--"
The captain rose and went through the form of ringing the bell. Miss
Vickers watched him calmly.
"I thought I'd just have it out with you for once and for all," she
continued. "I told Joseph that I'd no doubt your bark was worse than
your bite. And what he can see to be afraid of in you I can't think.
Nervous disposition, I s'pose. Good evening."
She gave her head a little toss and, returning to the pantry, closed the
door after her. Captain Bowers, still somewhat dazed, returned to his
chair and, gazing at the "Rules," which still lay on the table, grinned
feebly in his beard.
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