“I know. He’s a horrid boy,” she answered, feelingly.
Mrs. Page retired after this, and Wally undertook to argue with his daughter about unbecoming frankness.
“It’s true,” she protested.
“You don’t have to tell everything you know.”
“Don’t you have to tell the truth?”
“Not when it hurts people’s feelings.”
She thought that over, and he wondered what she would make of it. The little monkey seemed to remember every word that was said to her.
“Let’s have a punkin coach taxi,” she said when they arrived in town.
“What kind is that?”