"Swank!"
William flushed but forbore to turn round.
That evening he met the little girl from next door in the road outside her house.
"Hello, Joan!"
"Hello, William!"
In these blue eyes there was no malice or mockery. To Joan William was a god-like hero. His very wickedness partook of the divine.
"Would you—would you like to come an' make a snow man in our garden, William?" she said tentatively.
William knit his brows.
"I dunno," he said ungraciously. "I was jus' kinder thinkin'."
She looked at him silently, hoping that he would deign to tell her his thoughts, but not daring to ask. Joan held no modern views on the subject of the equality of the sexes.