This answer didn't seem quite satisfactory to Rita.
"Did you think we had a little boy, too, and did you want to see how he looked?" she continued.
"No," replied Seppli curtly.
"Perhaps you have forgotten what you expected to see," said Rita then, in order to explain the matter to herself and to Seppli.
"What is your name?"
"Seppli."
"How old are you?"
"Don't know."
"You must know. Come, stand beside me so——" and Rita placed herself beside Seppli, and looked at him over her shoulder. He was a little shorter, but much more stoutly built than Rita.
"You are not so tall as I am," she said. "You are quite small. You see I shall be seven years old, for I was six years old on my birthday; that I know very well, because I had many presents. Perhaps you are six years old, because you are so small."