Jack looked down consciously at the bows on her slippers, and Clarence regarded the toes of his pumps with an abashed expression.
"His name is Clarence," said Jack. "You didn't know that, did you, Nan? And we're friends now, aren't we, Clarence? He's going to give me an ostrich egg; he's got two."
"Is that because you wanted to stick a hat pin in him?" asked Nan with a laugh.
"I don't want to any more; we're friends," said Jack as if that accounted for everything.
"Where's your mother, Clarence?" asked Nan.
"She's in there with the rest of the women," he replied.
"What does she look like? Is she tall or short, fat or thin?"
"Why I don't know; she's just a woman, you know." Clarence's ideas were rather hazy in matters of description.
"Oh, I see," returned Nan. "Well, I will leave you now. Jack, don't tear your frock and don't go too far from the house; we are going to have our tea directly."
"I got a man to give Clarence some cake and ice-cream and things," said Jack, "and then we came out here, but I haven't had any. Come on, Clarence, let's go in; maybe you can have some more if there is enough."