"I shall visit my uncle, General Haines."
"He's a queer duck. You won't have any fun there. Who were those people with you?"
"My brother and our man-servant, Thomas."
Philip laughed. "Your brother?" he repeated. "Is that pretty little girl your brother?"
"That's another mistake!" thought May. "It's getting worse and worse!"
"I say," Philip continued. "You kissed that man; you must be an awful sissy to kiss men."
Truly, it was getting "worse and worse!" A real boy would have known how to put an end to this inquisition, but May was merely an unsuccessful imitation of a boy. A desire to be courteous and a determination not to be bullied by Philip strove for ascendency in May's mind; the latter undoubtedly would have won had not the conductor passed along just then.
"Conductor!" cried May. "Will you take me into another car, please?"
"Certainly, Master Walcott," the conductor replied.
Then, much to Philip's astonishment, May followed the conductor into the next car. Neither child scored a victory, but May was not beaten, thanks to the girl's quick brain under the boy's hat.