"Then I shan't taste them," said Tim. "What a pity!" He was looking up at Kitty with rather a wistful expression on his face, wishing she would invite him to join her in the tree; but as that was evidently not her intention, he fetched the ladder and perched himself on the wall close by. "Do you remember the first time I looked at you and Bob over the wall?" he asked.
"Yes," nodded Kitty.
"I was hoping you would speak to me, and you didn't."
"We thought it rather a cheek of you to stare at us," she informed him.
"I didn't mean it for cheek," he replied. "Really, I didn't."
"You made an ugly face at Bob; you couldn't call that good manners."
"I did it because he called Snip away; that wasn't very nice of him, was it?"
"No-o-o," she admitted, for that had been her opinion at the time. "Bob's gone to school," she observed presently.
"I know; I saw him start. I shall miss him. But your father says I may join him in his walks: isn't that kind of him? And he's going to take me fishing; I haven't a rod, but Bob says I can use his. Do you get a whole holiday on Saturday, like Bob?"
"Oh, yes."