"Have you gotten over your disappointment?" she asked.
In an unperturbed manner he looked round. Then he got to his feet leisurely, surveying the slim, boyish figure with disapproval.
Pansy stood with her hands deep in her pockets, smiling at him, a smile that deepened under his lack of appreciation of her attire.
"What disappointment?" he asked.
"Of finding I was a girl you had to be polite to instead of a boy you could bully."
"I'm inclined to go back to my first impression," he said.
"Don't you like my get-up?"
"Decidedly I do not. Why don't you wear something feminine? Not go about masquerading as a man."
Adverse criticism rarely came Pansy's way.
She laughed.