I think bein' a lightkeeper must be good for some folks--some kind of folks." "I want to know!" "Yes, you better be careful, or you'll be a real man some day." His answer was an angry stare and a snort.

Then he turned on his heel and was striding off.
"Wait!" she called.

"Hold on! Don't you want your shirt?
Stay here, and I'll go into the house and fetch it." He waited, sullen and reluctant, until she returned with the article of apparel in one hand and the other concealed beneath her apron.
"Here it is," she said, presenting the shirt to him.
"Thank you," he grumbled, taking it.

"Much obliged for sewin' on the button." "You're welcome.

It squares us for your pilotin' me over the marsh, that's all.