There was a long pause during which Keith watched his old playmate's unmistakable enjoyment with a mixture of consternation and admiration, of envy and resentment.
"I have got another," said Johan after a while. "Try it."
Keith shook his head. He was on the verge of saying that "mamma won't let me," but checked himself in time as he recalled the results of an earlier use of that too truthful explanation.
"Murray wouldn't smoke," he ventured after another pause.
"Him up there, you mean," inquired Johan with a gesture of his thumb toward the house across the lane, Of course, he wouldn't. He's a miss."
"He is not," Keith cried passionately.
"And he's a stiff, too," Johan went on without any particular display of feeling. "And you're a fool, that's all."
There was a coolness between them.
"I think mamma is waiting for me," remarked Keith as he started to walk off.
"Of course she is waiting for her baby," Johan retorted with a leer.