“Oh, that hurts,” cried the boy, shrinking. “Oh—no, it doesn't—it's nice, really.”
“What's your name?” said Bobbie.
“Jim.”
“Mine's Bobbie.”
“But you're a girl, aren't you?”
“Yes, my long name's Roberta.”
“I say—Bobbie.”
“Yes?”
“Wasn't there some more of you just now?”
“Yes, Peter and Phil—that's my brother and sister. They've gone to get someone to carry you out.”