"I guess we'll just let her go as she looks, Jim.

Did you say anything to the boys ?" Jim reddened under his tan, but he laughed disarmingly.

"I cannot tell a lie," he confessed honestly, "and it was too good to keep to myself.

I'm the most generous fellow you ever saw, when it comes to passing along a good story that won't hurt anybody's digestion.

You don't care, do you?
The joke ain't on you." "If you'd asked me about it, I'd have said keep it under your hat.
But--" "And that would have been a sin and a shame," argued Jim, licking a finger he had just scorched on a hot kettle-handle.