Then she pushed him away from her and scanned him from head to foot.
“Nice coat! Nice boot! How many dollars?” she queried.
Pat laughed good-humoredly. “I don’t know,” he answered. “Mother bought them.”
“Mother!” echoed Pan. She puckered her brows for a moment.
“You are grown big, Pat,” was her next remark.
“And you have grown little, Pan,” retorted Pat. It was a year since they had seen one another and Pan was much smaller than any of his girl schoolfellows.
“Do you like to go to the big school?” asked Pan, noticing the books.
“I don’t like it very much. But, say, Pan, I learn lots of things that you don’t know anything about.”
Pan eyed him wistfully. finally she said: “O Pat! A-Toy, she die.”
“A-Toy! Who is A-Toy?”