"So Jim says," Beth rejoined with an absence of conviction that roused Sammy.
"All boys say so," he declared.
"All boys are silly," said Beth. "What's the use of saying things? That doesn't make them true. You're as bad as Jim."
"Who's Jim?" Sammy interrupted jealously.
"Jim's my brother."
Sammy, relieved, kicked his heel on the pavement.
"Which is tallest?" he asked presently, "you or me?"
"I'm tallest, I think," Beth answered; "but never mind. You're the fattest. I've grown long, and you've grown broad."
"You're mighty sharp," said Sammy.
"You're mighty blunt," said Beth. "And you'll be mighty late for tea, too. Look at the church-clock!"