"Well, I don't know. There are some queer people."
"Some. Just a few, I should think there were," said Norton. "Enough to keep one from going to sleep with sameness."
"Well, but I don't find so many," said Esther. "Am I queer?"
"Not a bit of it?"
"You speak as if it was an honour to be queer," said the young lady, bridling her pretty head.
"An honour? I don't know about that," said Norton. "It certainly may be said to be a—distinction."
"Who is queer?" said Esther. "You?"
"Not he," said David.
"You know best," said Norton, shaking his curly head.
"He thinks he has so much else to distinguish him," said Judy, "he can do without that."