"Yes."
"So's Sid."
The conversation languished. Ann put her hands on the top of the gate, and began a stationary hopping, a sort of ineffectual gymnastic experiment.
"Can you run?" she said presently.
"Run you any day," said Kipps.
"Gimme a start?"
"Where for?" said Kipps.
Ann considered, and indicated a tree. She walked towards it, and turned. "Gimme to here?" she called.
Kipps, standing now and touching the gate, smiled to express conscious superiority. "Further!" he said.
"Here?"