"Aw, phooey," Della muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Still, her temper didn't fully act up. She had to admit he had a point, and besides... She kind of thought it was cool, how patient and rational Crane could be. It was admirable, especially to someone like Della who so strongly lacked those traits.

Still, she wasn't happy.

"So I'm just going to stand on a log on-and-off all day?"