"Andy Boyle seems very nice and jolly. We used to be great friends. And he gave me a warm welcome."
"I can't like him;" emphatically. "He beat Teddy."
"I suppose Teddy was bad. Children are not always good. What would you have done if you had been Teddy?" he asked with a half smile.
"I would—I would have bitten his hand, the one that struck. And then I should have run away, out in the woods and frozen to death, maybe."
"Why my father thrashed me and I know I deserved it. And you are not going to hate grandad for it?"
She raised her lovely eyes and looked him all over. "Were you very little?" she asked.
"Well—I think I wasn't very good as a boy."
"Then I don't like grandad as well. I'm bigger than Judy, but do you suppose I would beat her?"
"But if she went in the pantry and stole something?"
"Can you steal things in your own house?"