A friend of Bob's remarked to her one day, "You are to be a girl next winter, ain't you, Bob ?" and Bob shook her head scornfully.
"Do you see any green in my eye, my dear ?" she inquired.
Her friend did not look, but Tommy looked, and there was none.

He assured her of this so earnestly that Bob fell in love with him on the spot, and chucked him under the chin, first with her thumb and then with her toe, which feat was duly reported to Shovel, who could do it by the end of the week.
Did Tommy, Bob wanted to know, still think her a mere woman?
No, he withdrew the charge, but--but--She was wearing her outdoor garments, and he pointed to them, "Why does yer wear them, then ?" he demanded.
"For the matter of that," she replied, pointing at his frock, "why do you wear them ?" Whereupon Tommy began to cry.
"I ain't not got no right ones," he blubbered.

Harum-scarum Bob, who was a trump, had him in her motherly arms immediately, and the upshot of it was that a blue suit she had worn when she was Sam Something changed owners.

Mrs.Sandys "made it up," and that is how Tommy got into trousers.
Many contingencies were considered in the making, but the suit would fit Tommy by and by if he grew, or it shrunk, and they did not pass each other in the night.

When proud Tommy first put on his suit the most unexpected shyness overcame him, and having set off vaingloriously he stuck on the stair and wanted to hide.