"'Lo," she responded at last. They forsook the enticements of the drug window and walked on in embarrassed silence.
"Had to stay after school this morning," he volunteered desperately.
"Why?"
Back to his folly again. What a dunce he was!
"Why?" she asked again.
"Oh, 'cause." Conversation dragged once more.
What could he talk to her about? He knew nothing of dolls and keeping house and making clothes. And he didn't suppose she could tell "Run, sheep, run" from "Follow the leader," either. He fumbled in his pocket and brought out the folded blue circular with a show of nonchalance. She eyed it curiously.
"Going?" he asked.
She didn't know.
"I've got two tickets," eagerly. "Want to come with me?" The school yard lay but a half-block ahead, so he went on hurriedly, "There's Silvey and the bunch. I've got to see 'em. Meet you on this corner after school."