“I don't know.”
“How can you count him, then?”
“He did talk to me, and very kindlike too.”
His father laughed again.
“Why, child, you're just counting everybody you know. That don't make 'em friends.”
“Don't it? I thought it did. Well, but they shall be my friends. I shall make 'em.”
“How will you do that?”
“They can't help themselves then, if they would. If I choose to be their friend, you know, they can't prevent me. Then there's that girl at the crossing.”
“A fine set of friends you do have, to be sure, Diamond!”
“Surely she's a friend anyhow, father. If it hadn't been for her, you would never have got Mrs. Coleman and Miss Coleman to carry home.”