"That so?"
"Yes. I know a girl over the river—awfully jolly girl—she's got a monkey—nicest girl I ever knew!—and Geerusalem! don't she want to be a boy!"
"She must be a ninny," observed his next-door neighbor.
"Hey?"
"Can't think why any girl in her senses should want to be a boy!" as who should say: the least of created things.
Jerry widened saucer eyes.
"If a girl likes," his neighbor continued, "she can do all the jolly things a boy does without the bother of being a boy."
"Ho! ho! Don't find it much bother."
"Well, but it's a little dull, ain't it?"