"Why, Kitty," he began, almost before he had reached the gate, "I thought you had forgotten all about me! It is days, almost weeks, I think, since you've paid me a call."
"It's because it has rained nearly every day and I've not been out at all; and there are such a lot of things I want to ask you about."
Paul was Kitty's referee on every subject. "What is the first, I wonder?" he said, smiling down at her.
"Bend down, please, Mr. Paul. It's a secret."
And Paul brought his ear to a level with Kitty's mouth.
"Do boys like Noah's Arks?"
Paul straightened himself with a burst of laughter.
"I thought you would know. Nurse said you'd be sure to know," Kitty said, much injured by his untimely mirth.
"It's just because I don't that I am laughing," said Paul, whose remembrance of childhood was unconnected with any scriptural game. That he should be solemnly consulted about one seemed extremely ludicrous.
"Then you did not have one?"