"I—you see, I think I have been very unjust. I am sorry. I—when you said you would rather learn your Catchykism than play cricket, was it because of your leg?"
"Oh, don't bother! I want to go to sleep!"
"Please tell me!" the tone was not pleading, but authoritative.
"Yes, then!"
"I—I'm very sorry," quavered Sheila Pat. "I'm not mostly so nasty," she added extenuatingly. "I didn't think of that."
Stewart was hugging his knees up under his chin.
"You see, I kept thinking you must be a goody-goo because of that."
"You see," he said haltingly, "I—can't run quickly—or field—"
"No."
There was a pause.