"Go 'way from here! Go 'way from here! You're a girl! You're a girl!"
"Is that so? I'm a girl, am I? I'm so glad to hear it!"
Margery sat down near the water's edge and gazed across defiantly at the little boys, who were clustered together at the far end of the pond. They were not her match at sarcasm and so were forced to answer with inarticulate jeers. For a few seconds no more words were exchanged. Then one of the boys attempted a parley.
"Margery," he began. It was Willie Jones. There was a plea and a protest in his voice.
"Well?"
Margery's sharp interrogation gave so little encouragement that Willie Jones desisted.