"It was beautiful, Paul. I am so much obliged to you for taking me."
"I am glad you liked it, Jimmy. We will go again some time."
They were stepping out on the sidewalk, when a boy about Paul's size jostled them rudely.
"There's Limpy!" said he, with a rude laugh.
"You'd better not say that again, Peter Blake," he said menacingly.
"Why not?" demanded Peter defiantly.
"It won't be safe," said Paul significantly.
"I'll call you Limpy if I like."
"You may call me so, and I won't mind it. But don't you call my little brother names."
"I don't mind, Paul," said Jimmy.