She pondered a moment. "'Fraid-cats cry when they're hurt, don't they?"
"Of course. So do girls."
"I don't cry when I'm hurt," and she looked triumphant as if that settled the matter. "Once when I was a little bit of a girl——"
"You're pretty small now."
"I'm a big girl, and you shouldn't interrupt. Well, once Marian——"
"Who's she?"
"She's my sister. Well, I wanted to light the gas, but Marian said I was too small, but I'd not listen. I jumped up on a rocker to light the gas. The chair rocked and, I fell against the windowsill. Marian screamed, 'Beth's killed. She's covered with blood!'"
"Were you really?"
"Yes." Beth felt she was arguing her case well. "Mamma thought I just had the nose bleed, but what do you s'pose? I had two mouths."
The boy's eyes grew big. "Two mouths—how jolly. How did it happen?"