“Miss Judd is very understanding,” remarked Isabelle, en route to the school.
“Yes, isn’t she?”
“She’s not at all snippy like so many people. It’s ridiculous to act as if it were so clever just to be grown up. It isn’t clever; it’s only luck.”
“The luck lies in being young, Isabelle.”
“Can’t you even remember how you hated being squelched by elders?” she inquired.
“Do they ever squelch you, Cricket?”
“You ought to know. You’ve done enough of it.”
“Let’s make a new compact. Let’s be good pals,” he said, heartily.
“I do not want your friendship,” she answered, coldly.
“O good Lord, you wretched baby!”—irritably.