"What time is it?" she asked me. I looked at my watch.
"Gee! It's nearly seven o'clock!"
"What a pretty watch that is," she said in a pleased, quiet voice, but I was not to be diverted.
"Go on home, I tell you. Sit down and I'll take off your skates." She sighed regretfully but obeyed.
"What'll they do to you?" I asked her when we stopped in front of her house.
"They'll try to punish me," she answered. I looked down at her anxiously.
"Hard?" I inquired. She smiled at me.
"What time is it now?" she asked.
"Ten minutes after seven."
"Then they won't punish me," she said. "My father always comes home at seven." And she went placidly into the house.