He makes me afraid, too, just like Rosenblatt." "Afraid!" said her brother scornfully.
"No, not afraid," said Irma quickly.

"But never mind, here is the pudding.

I am sorry it is cold." "All right," said the boy, mumbling with a full mouth, "it is fine.
Don't you be afraid of that Sprink; I'll knock his head off if he harms you." "Not yet, Kalman," said Irma, smiling at him.

"Wait a year or two before you talk like that." "A year or two! I shall be a man then." "Oh, indeed!" mocked his sister, "a man of fifteen years." "You are only fifteen yourself," said Kalman.
"And a half," she interrupted.
"And look at you with your dress and your hair up on your head, and--and I am a boy.

But I am not afraid of Sprink.