"Who's Lily Bell?"
"She—why, she's the girl I play with! Everybody knows Lily Bell!"
"Oh!"
Some of the brightness was gone from the eager face.
"Will she like me?" she asked, at last.
"I don't know—I guess—p'r'aps so."
"Will I like her?"
"I don't know. You can't see her, you know."
"Can't see her? Why can't I see her? Doesn't she come here, ever?"
"Oh yes, she's here all the time, but—" The boy squirmed. For the first time in his short life he was—was he—ashamed of Lily Bell? No; not that. Never that! He held his small head high, and his lips set; but he was a boy, after all, and his voice, to cover the embarrassment, took on a tone of lofty superiority.