“Just as you think best, dear mother,” replied Flora. “Shall I ask such boys as Tommy Woggs?”
“Tommy isn’t a bad boy,” said Mrs. Lee, with a smile.
“I don’t know that he is; but he is a very queer fellow. You said I had better not ask those who would be likely to spoil the pleasure of others.”
“Do you think, my child, Tommy Woggs will do so?”
“I am afraid he would; he is such a queer boy.”
“But Tommy is a great traveller, you know,” added Mrs. Lee, laughing.
“The boys and girls don’t like him, he pretends to be such a big man. He knows more than all the rest of the world put together—at least, he thinks he does.”
“I think you had better ask him, for he will probably feel slighted if you don’t.”
“Very well, mother.”
“Now, Flora, I will take a pencil and paper and write down the names of all the boys and girls with whom you are acquainted; and you must be careful not to forget any. Here comes Frank; he will help you.”