"Well, you--not exactly, but you implied that you did not."

"Y--e-s?"

The Little Doctor gave the reins an impatient twitch.

"Yes, yes--YES!"

No answer from Chip. He could think of nothing to say that was not more
or less profane.

"I think he's a very nice, amiable young man"--strong emphasis upon the
second adjective. "I like amiable young men."

Silence.

"He's going to come down here hunting next fall. J. G. invited him."

"Yes? What does he expect to find?"

"Why, whatever there is to hunt. Chickens and--er--deer--"

"Exactly."

By this they reached the level and the horses broke, of their own
accord, into a gallop which somewhat relieved the strain upon the
mental atmosphere. At the next hill the Little Doctor looked her
companion over critically.