"What an awful sissy you are, anyway! You kiss people; you don't dare to fight, and you sew! You ought to go into a dime museum!"
"You forgot to mention one other thing."
"What is that?"
"I don't dare to be as rude and disagreeable as a savage."
"Never mind about that; you're a freak without it!"
May laughed; Philip's answer was rather bright and she showed her appreciation of it.
"You got one on me that time, Philip."
"Where did you learn to sew?" asked Philip, who wanted more fun on this subject.
"At a kindergarten—you didn't think I was born clever enough to sew, did you?" said May, pleasantly.
"I once knew another boy that sewed. He died, and he deserved to!"