Philip, much to his surprise, found himself trembling with indignation.
"Does he do it often?" he asked between his clenched teeth.
"No, not often. Besides, he can't help it. Men are just like children, Mother says. You have to make allowances for them. I always try to remember that. The daily work of half the women in the world is to make allowances for some man or other, Mother says. Good-night, Phil!"
"Good-night, Pegs!"
The little girl ran off through the gathering gloom, turning to wave her hand before she disappeared.
Philip walked slowly home, pondering in his heart yet another (and quite unsuspected) aspect of the relations between men and women.
There were two sides to every question, it appeared.
His education was proceeding apace.