“You've got a very pretty name.”
Clementina brightened. “Do you like it? Motha gave it to me; she took it out of a book that fatha was reading to her.”
“I like it very much,” said Milray. “Are you tall for your age?”
“I guess I am pretty tall.”
“You're fair, of course. I can tell that by your voice; you've got a light-haired voice. And what are your eyes?”
“Blue!” Clementina laughed at his pursuit.
“Ah, of course! It isn't a gray-eyed blonde voice. Do you think—has anybody ever told you-that you were graceful?”
“I don't know as they have,” said Clementina, after thinking.
“And what is your own opinion?” Clementina began to feel her dignity infringed; she did not answer, and now Milray laughed. “I felt the little tilt in your step as you came up. It's all right. Shall we try for our friend's meaning, now?”
Clementina began again, and again Milray stopped her. “You mustn't bear malice. I can hear the grudge in your voice; but I didn't mean to laugh at you. You don't like being made fun of, do you?”