"Jack and I are friends," repeated Bobo. "Jack's on the square!"
She laughed delicately. Jack guessed that she patted Bobo's hand or something like that. "Oh, well, let's change the subject," she said in a tone that forced him to continue it.
"No," said Bobo, just as she had intended him to. "Tell me what you mean. Does he talk about me?"
"Oh, it isn't what he says," she said with seeming reluctance. "But it makes me mad! Always poking fun at you!"
"Liar!" thought Jack.
"Making fun of me!" said Bobo in hurt tones. "Behind my back! I didn't think it of him!"
"There, forget it," she said soothingly. "It doesn't make any difference to your real friends."
"What did he say about me?"
"I shan't tell you. I don't want to make trouble."
Jack grimly smiled to himself.