"Oh, she could have dozens of friends, but she doesn't seem to want them. She's queer and different somehow; none of us understand her, but we all love her."
Janet looked out of the window and smiled softly to herself. If being different from other girls meant being like Daphne, why, being different was not so bad after all.
She didn't even bother to turn her head when Phyllis exclaimed angrily,
"I think I hate Muriel Grey."
CHAPTER VI
TOM'S LAST DAY
"Tommy, I call it just plain mean, for you to go away." Phyllis was perched on the arm of her brother's chair, and she gave him a little shake to emphasize her words.
Tom, by a deft twist of a wrist and a long reach with his other arm, laid her very gently on the floor at his feet and held her so that she could not move.
"Mustn't call your big brother names," he chided. "See what happens to little girls when they do?"