.

I can be spoons, too, for that matter; I mean I could once." "But you're past spooning now," he concluded.
"Am I?
I rather resent your saying it--your calmly excluding me from anything I might choose to do," she said.

"If I cared--if I chose--if I really wanted to--" "You could still spoon?
Impossible! At your age?
Nonsense!" "It isn't at all impossible.

Wait until there's a moon, and a canoe, and a nice boy who is young enough to be frightened easily!" "And I," he retorted, "am too old to be frightened; so there's no moon, no canoe, no pretty girl, no spooning for me.

Is that it, Eileen ?" "Oh, Gladys and Sheila will attend to you, Captain Selwyn." "Why Gladys Orchil?
Why Sheila Minster?
And why _not_ Eileen Erroll ?" "Spoon?
With _you_!" "You are quite right," he said, smiling; "it would be poor sport." There had been no change in his amused eyes, in his voice; yet, sensitive to the imperceptible, the girl looked up quickly.