"Oh, thank you!" she said, gratefully. "You ARE a help, Little
Billee."
"I'm always ready to help YOU, Patty girl; call on me any time,
anywhere; if ever you want me,--I'm right there."
"I think somebody else might have helped us with these crabs,
anyway."
"They would, if we asked them. I like it better this way. Alone
with thee,--just you and me,--the crabs to free,--is bliss for
we!"
"Speak for yourself, John! I don't see any bliss in picking out
crabs. I've cut and scratched every single solitary finger I
possess!"
"Poor little girl! But, you see, I offer you my hand,--both hands,
in fact,--there's ten extra fingers at your disposal, if you want
them. And all willing and eager to work for you."
"Mr. Farnsworth, how do you suppose I can make croquettes if you
talk to me like that? One tablespoonful of flour,--two of butter,
three eggs--"
"Pooh, can't you read a recipe and be proposed to at the same
time?"
"Yes, I CAN," Patty flashed back, "but,--I pay attention only to
the recipe!"
"'Twas ever thus," Bill sighed.
"What! EVERY time you've proposed?" said Patty, roguishly.
"No, because I've never proposed before. Don't you think I do it
well for a beginner?"
"Not very.
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