“I will carry the book.”
“Pooh!”
“I will walk behind.”
“Pish!”
“If anything happens to me, then”—
“Fah!” he interposed; and then added, “What could happen to you?”
“Do you suppose I shall stay in these clothes?” I said. “I shall return to be a girl; and what am I to do then, without someone to protect and help me back to my parents?”
“That’s nothing to me,” he said.
“Good-bye,” said I.
He scrambled to his feet with a roar: “Give me back my glasses!”