Not with you.

I like you as a friend, but I fear I can never be more than a step-brother to you." He pulled off a dead twig from the bush beside him, snapped it in two and flipped the pieces down the slope.

"I'd look nice, making love to a girl, the fix I'm in!" he added with a savage bitterness that gave the lie to his smiling indifference.

"A fellow ought to make sure his canoe is going to stay right side up before he asks a girl to step into it." "That's all right then.

It's best to understand each other.