"Oh, it don't make any difference."
A few minutes later Joe went to the door and looked out, and then came in again and began drumming on the table cloth.
"What's the weather like?" asked Barry, in an attempt to make conversation.
"Looks like rain," replied Joe, aimlessly.
Barry could stand this no longer. He walked to his young friend and said in a determined voice:
"Look here, Joe Hart, what do you mean? You say it looks like rain, and the sky's full of stars. You don't know what you're talking about. What's on your mind?"
Joe's freckled face reddened to the ears. He showed more confusion than Barry had ever known him to display before.
"I was thinking of something else," he mumbled. "I guess you're right about the weather. It doesn't look like rain at all."
Barry walked away very much dissatisfied. It was evident that Joe was trying to deceive him, and he did not relish that. Presently the boy came over to him very shyly.