"Y-yes."
"Why aren't ye usin' it, thin?"
"I—I—don't know."
"Well!" said Sheila Pat.
The boy's fair little face flushed scarlet.
"I—I've got a rabbit!" he burst out desperately.
"Um! what colour is it?"
"Fawn and white. Come and look at him."
Sheila Pat hesitated. Longing to see the rabbit fought with disinclination to be alone with Stewart.
"If you'll promise not to talk goody, I'll come," she said cautiously. Suddenly he changed; he turned on her a small, passionate face.