“Nearly two o’clock.”
“I thought so—by the feeling in my stomach.”
“Then you haven’t had any dinner?”
“Haven’t had any breakfast yet, excepting one doughnut.”
“Why—er—what’s the matter?”
“You won’t tell, will you?”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I suppose it won’t make much difference if I do tell you. I’m running away from home.”
“Running away? What for?”
“Dad wants me to work all the time. He won’t give me no time to play.”