"Sometimes it's just the prettiest, youngest——"
"I am not so young," said Maria Angelina indignantly.
"Lordy, you're a babe in arms."
"I am not." Her defiance was furious. It had a twinge of terror—terror lest they treat her everlastingly as child.
"I am eighteen. I am but a year and three months younger than Ruth."
"She's a kid," grinned Johnny.
"The Signor Bob Martin does not think so!"
"The Signor Bob Martin is nuts on that particular kid. And he's a kid himself."
"And do you think that you are——?"
"Sure. We're all kids together. Why not? I like it," declared young Byrd.