"I don't know," he confessed sorrowfully, then tapped the shoulder of the man next to him.

"Who is the lean, smooth-faced one?
The one with the blue shirt and the patch on his knee ?" Just then Frona uttered a glad little cry and darted forward.

"Matt!" she cried.

"Matt McCarthy!" The man with the patch shook her hand heartily, though he did not know her and distrust was plain in his eyes.
"Oh, you don't remember me!" she chattered.

"And don't you dare say you do! If there weren't so many looking, I'd hug you, you old bear! "And so Big Bear went home to the Little Bears," she recited, solemnly.
"And the Little Bears were very hungry.