"Why mayn't I be a boy?"
"Because you're a girl."
"Who said so?"
"God."
"Who's God?"
"That's neither here nor there."
God was another shadow upon enjoyment. He was not to be found by pillar boxes. He did not lurk in archways, it is true. He was apparently not a policeman, but something bigger, even, than a policeman. She had seen His picture—old and irritable, among the clouds.
"Why did God say so?"
"Because He knows best."
"But I want to be a boy."