"Do you think," came the quavering little voice, "you will ever be able to like me?"
"Rather!"
"Do you like me now?"
"Course!"
"You may kiss me just once—round by that ear—if you like," said Sheila Pat.
"I'll kiss you twice if I like!" giving her two hearty smacks.
"Oh!" said Sheila Pat. Suddenly she perked up. "I shall call you Tommy," she said. "Stewart is like a book."
"All right."
"You see," her tone was rather uncomfortable, "I did mean—I had quite dessided—you see, I thought I had been very nasty, and I thought you would be very cross, and I did mean to give you—my Pearl—for a whole week—but I don't want to now."
"I wouldn't take her. Peter'd be awful jealous, you bet!"