"Why, she ought to be here!" she replied, gazing around the car.
"Must be in the next car."
"In another car!" I exclaimed, in mock amazement. "Not by your side?" Lucy laughed. "We are in the same class," she said
"And, of course, the families still live in the same house?" She nodded affirmatively, adding that they lived at One Hundred and Second Street near Madison Avenue, about a block and a half from the Park
"Come up some time, won't you?" she gurgled, with childish amiability, yet with apparent awkwardness
I wondered whether she was aware of her father's jealousy. "If she were she certainly would not invite me to the house," I reflected
I made no answer to her invitation
"Won't you come up?" she insisted.
I thought: "She doesn't seem to know anything about it. She has only heard that I had a quarrel with her mother." I shook my head, smiling affectionately
"Why, are you still angry at mother?" she pursued, shaking her head, deprecatingly, as who should say, "You're a bad boy."
I thought, "Of course she doesn't know." I smiled again. Then I said: "You're a sweet girl, all the same. And a big one, too."