Mrs. Tinker, having already unbent to her husband, was able to include others of his sex in her forgiveness. "It's been a lovely day," she said to Ogle. "I suppose you've been enjoying it on deck, prob'ly?"
"A part of it, yes."
"I guess you behaved better than my husband, then," she continued. "I expect about everybody on board knows what a bad man he is by this time. I never did feel so disgraced in my life, and there've been plenty times at home when I've felt disgraced, too."
"You don't mean by me, Hon, do you?" Tinker inquired reproachfully.
"Don't I though!" she exclaimed; and she turned to Ogle, a mild waggishness in her eye. "You couldn't guess how that man's been behaving all afternoon! He's nothing but a robber, and I expect a good many gentlemen on this boat think so, too. He's a wicked man, and if I were you I wouldn't have anything to do with him."
"Look here!" her husband protested. "I don't see what cause you got to complain."
"He means he's got a bad conscience," she explained to Ogle. "The gentlemen in our town say
