Between the boy and the girl the beginnings of a great friendship sprang up.
"Larry, I think you are queer," said Jane to him gravely one day.

"You are not a bit like you were in the car." A quick flush appeared on the boy's face.

"I guess I was queer that day, Jane," he said.

"I know I felt queer." "Yes, that's it," said Jane, delighted by some sudden recollection.

"You were queer then, and now you're just ornary.