“Aw! How could I ask her when I hain't seen her yet?”
“You could, too, see her, if you wanted to,” Lucy said. “You could see her every minute of every day, if you wasn't a 'fraid-cat.”
“'T ain't so. I'm not a 'fraid-cat!” I said.
“'T is so, and you are! 'Fraidie-cat! You ain't going to take Mamie Little, and you're her fellow!”
“I am, too, going to take her!” I said back.
But I wasn't going to take Mamie Little. I wouldn't have asked her for a million dollars. But I didn't have to ask her. I met her that afternoon. She was on the other side of the street and I just went along as if I didn't see her. So she called across: “Oo-oo! Georgie! You know!”
“Aw! What do I know?” I asked back.
“You know! The reception!” she said. Well, I just went along and didn't say anything. But that evening when I got home my mother said:
“I hear you are getting to be quite a beau, Georgie.”
I didn't know what she meant, so I said, “Huh?”