"Alive?"
"Can't you see?"
He stopped, and Flora took another look.
"It is alive. I am so glad."
"But you must not clap your hands. That makes a wind, and he is awfully afraid of a wind. It makes him shake like everything. I wish you could feel his heart beat."
Flora eagerly held out her hands.
"Do let me," she pleaded, earnestly. But Bertie said, "Not yet; wait till he gets acquainted."
"Will he, do you think?"
"Oh, yes. He knows me first rate now. I have had him ever since last night. I was home yesterday, sick. I am home sick to-day. That is why I am here. I didn't go to school. I got my feet wet."
"Through your rubber boots?"