“Of course not, Sherm wouldn’t! I guess it’s because I know he wouldn’t, that I shouldn’t much mind if he did.”
Chicken Little said this soberly, but her face grew a little red.
Ernest’s brotherly eyes were observant.
“Oh, Sherm’s all right, but Sis, I want that promise.”
“I told you I’d promise if you would.” Chicken Little drew her lips together in a firm way.
“But I can’t–it would be silly–I might look 254ridiculous sometime if I refused. The fellows would guy me if they knew I made such a promise.”
“Well, I just told you they’d guy me if I refused to do what the others do.”
“But, Chicken Little, it isn’t nice.”
“I guess I know that as well as you do. And I don’t know that I shall ever play that kind of games again, but I’m not going to promise if you won’t. Boys don’t need to think they can do everything they want to, just because they’re boys. You don’t want anybody to kiss me, but I’d like to know how you are going to kiss a girl without making somebody else’s sister do something that isn’t nice, Ernest Morton.”
The discussion ended there. Ernest was not very worldly wise himself, and Chicken Little’s reasoning was certainly logical.