"He's crying," said Eugenia in a high whisper.
Nicholas rolled over, saw them, and got up, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt.
"There warn't nobody lookin'," he said defiantly.
"You're too big to cry," observed Bernard dispassionately, munching a green apple he had taken from his pocket. "You're as big as I am, and I haven't cried since I was six years old. Eugie cries."
"I don't!" protested Eugenia vehemently. "I reckon you'd cry too if they made you sit in the house the whole afternoon and hem cup-towels."
"I'm a boy, Miss Spitfire. Boys don't sew. I saw Nick Burr milking, though, one day. What made you milk, Nick?"
"Ma did."
"I'd like to see anybody make me milk. You're jes' the same as a girl."
"I ain't!"
"You are!"