Jane had seated herself in a chair with her face half turned from him and paid no heed to his remark.
"Will you give it me?" he asked in his childish way, pulling at her dress to attract her attention.
"It isn't mine," she replied.
Bertie put the kitten in her lap. "Isn't it pretty?" he said. "Don't you love it?"
"Do you love the big cat?"
"No."
"Don't you love anything?"
"No. Nothing."
"What's your name?"