"I don't feel much like playing."
"Why don't you?" asked Fanny, curiously.
"I wish I was back in New York."
"Who were you with?"
"With Rufie."
"Who's he?"
"My brother."
"Is he a nice boy?"
"Yes, he's the nicest boy that ever lived," said Rose, positively.
"Your father says he's a bad boy."