“Why?”

“Oh, all children do.”

“Nasty things! I hate ’em all, except Patsy.”

“Hate those nice little girls?”

“Yes!”—hotly.

“And those handsome boys?”

“Yes. They’re ugly. Patsy is handsome.”

“Why are you so crazy about this Patsy?”

“Because he always does what I say.” Wally stifled a smile.