"Bravo!" exclaimed a voice, and she looked around in some confusion to discover a boy gazing at her with admiring eyes. "I think that's pretty good for a girl."
"I THINK THAT'S PRETTY GOOD FOR A GIRL."
"Oh! indeed!" cried Bee heatedly. "Could you have done any better yourself, even though you are a boy?"
"I don't know," replied the lad coolly. "I never wanted a butterfly bad enough to try it."
"I don't believe that you ever even chased one in your life," said the girl, staring at him scornfully. "You look a namby-pamby sort."
The boy's face flushed. He was all of thirteen years old, but despite the fact was garbed in black velvet knickerbockers, a ruffled white blouse, long black stockings with low, ribbon-tied shoes, and had a silken sash knotted about his waist. Worst of all, to the girl's mind, he wore his hair in curls which fell far down upon his shoulders.