"We have heard a lot about you.

I think you must be quite wonderful.

Come here, Tom, and meet your friends." Poor Larry! In the presence of this radiant creature and of her well-dressed brother, he felt terribly conscious of the shabbiness of the second best suit which his mother had thought good enough for the journey in the car.

Tom glanced at the slight, poorly dressed, pale-faced lad who stood before him with an embarrassed, almost a beseeching look in his eyes.
"Can you play ball ?" asked Tom.
"Not much," replied Larry; "not like Sam.

Come here, Sam," he called, remembering that he had not introduced his friend.