“Well, then let's begin. Play I'm very big, Di—oh, 'normous! You playin' that? An' play both my legs are twins—of course you must play that. An' that I could run down this car if I wanted to, faster'n—oh, faster'n ever was! Just lickety-split, you know! You playin' it?”
Glory could not hear the low reply, but the child-voice was clear enough.
“Now s'posin' that man 'cross the car got up an' came back here—play he did—an' said up real loud, ‘See here, boy, you 'mind me of when I was young. I was big an' straight an' had twin legs, too!’ Oh, my! s'posin' that, Di! Play it! You playin' it?”
The Other Girl's voice rang out, sharp with wistfulness.
Glory's eyes filled suddenly with tears. It must be such a hard play to play with Tiny Tim!
“Play I wear ve-ry big boots an' my mother has a dreadful time keepin' my pants up with my legs. ‘Oh, how that boy does grow!’ she keeps a-sighin' an' a-sighin', while she's lettin' 'em down. Play once she cried, he grew so fast!—Diantha Leavitt, you're lookin' right straight out the window! I don't believe you're playin' at all, one speck. I'm goin' to get my crutch an' be lame again, so there!”
“Mercy! what are we sitting here in the sun for!” Judy suddenly exclaimed. “I say we go over there on the shady side. It'll burn us all up.”
“Let it,” said Glory. “I like it. But go over there, dear. I'll stay here and get a nice pinky-brown! Good-by till Centre Town.”
She was glad when Judy was gone. In an instant she had wheeled about toward the two behind her, nodding at the tiny boy in a friendly way.
“Is that your little brother?” she asked of the Other Girl.