"They've made me what I am." "They didn't take much trouble about it," said Jane.
They squabbled for a while after the manner of boy and girl.

At last she cried: "Don't you see I'm proud of you for yourself and not for your silly old parents?
What have they got to do with me?
And besides, you'll never find them." "I don't think you know what you're talking about," he said loftily.
"It is time we were getting home." He walked on for some time stiffly, his head in the air, not condescending to speak.

She had uttered blasphemy.

He would find his parents, he vowed to himself, if only to spite Jane.

Presently his ear caught a little sniff, and looking down, saw her dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief.