"This young brother of mine has a way of turning things topsy-turvy," he said in his easy drawl.
"We just make allowances for him when we can, and kick him when we can't.
It is I who have wanted to know you, Miss Waring--it is Miss Waring, I think ?--for some time past.

Won't you get in beside me and give me the pleasure of making your acquaintance ?" He pulled off his glove and offered her his hand.
Dot instantly took it, but when he would have helped her in she drew back.

"I had better not, really.

Look at my boots!" "Jump in!" urged Bertie.

"Who cares ?" He sprang suddenly down and seized her impulsively by the waist.