"Just home."
"What's the matter, Tommy?"
"Nothing!"
Sheila Pat considered him gravely.
"Your face is very red."
"Rot!"
"And why are you keepin' your hand behind you?"
"Want to!"
She made a dart, but he turned, too. Round and round they went, and she won. She was too quick and elf-like for him.
"Oh!" she said. "It's a red rose. Is it for Nell?"