I cried so he had to help me out first.
"Don't let her count them!" I whispered.
Leon gave me one swift look and all the mischief in his blue eyes peeped out.

He was the funniest boy you ever knew, anyway.

Mostly he looked scowly and abused.

He had a grievance against everybody and everything.

He said none of us liked him, and we imposed on him.
Father said that if he tanned Leon's jacket for anything, and set him down to think it over, he would pout a while, then he would look thoughtful, suddenly his face would light up and he would go away sparkling; and you could depend upon it he would do the same thing over, or something worse, inside an hour.