asil, you wouldn't tell her
a lie, either, you know you wouldn't, when she looks at you that way,
straight at you, and you can't get your eyes away."
"Of course I wouldn't," said Basil. "And the reason she didn't ask you,
Merton, was because she knew it wouldn't make much difference what you
said. That's the trouble about you. But now, Susan, if you had only had
a little dipplo-macy, you could have got through all right, as I did."
"I don't know what you mean by dipplo-macy," retorted Susan.
"Ho, stupid!" sneered Merton.
"I don't believe you know what it means yourself!" cried Basil. "Come,
tell now, if you are so wise. What does it mean? Ah, I knew you didn't
know! You _are_ a sneak, Mert! Well, I guess in the beginning, when Adam
was making the words, you know, he must have wanted to hide from the
serpent or something--perhaps a hairy mammoth, or a megatherium, I
shouldn't wonder,--so he said, 'Dip low,' and then 'Massy!' for a kind
of exclamation, you see. And spelling gets changed a lot in the course
of time; you can see that just from one class to another in the grammar
school. Well, anyhow, it means a sort of getting round things, managing
them, without telling lies, or truth either."
"You've got to tell one or the other," objected Susan D.
"No, you haven't, either! Now, how did I manage? I have just kept out of
Cousin Margaret's way all day, so far, and I'm going to keep out the
rest of it. I've been helping Willis ever since breakfast, and he says I
really helped him a great deal, and I'll make a farmer yet; only I
won't, 'cause I'm going into the navy. And now pretty soon I'm going in,
in a tearing hurry, and ask her if I can take some lunch and go over to
see Mr. Merryweather at the bog, 'cause he is going to give me a lesson
in surveying. He _is_; he said he would, any time I came over. And so,
you see--"
"That's all very well," interrupted Merton, scornfully. "But when it
comes night, what'll you do then, I should like to know?"
"Easy enough. I shall have a headache, and she won't ask me questions
when I have a headache; she'll just sit and stroke my head, and put me
to sleep."
"Ho! How'll you get your headache? Have to tell a lie then, I guess."
"No, sir, I won't! And if you say that again, I'll bunt you up against
the wall. Easy enough to get a headache. I don't know whether I shall
eat hot doughnuts, or just ram my head against the horse-chestnut-tree
till it aches; but I'll get the h
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