Lloyd had seen the larger boy draw out six bananas, one after another, from his blouse, and then squirm and wriggle and almost stand on his head to reach the seventh, which had slipped around to his back while he was eating the others.

They were munching raisins now, as they ran.
After their collision with Lloyd they stopped running, and suddenly began calling, "Here, Fido! Here, Fido!" Lloyd looked around eagerly, expecting to see some pet dog, and wishing that she had one of the many pet animals left behind at Locust, to amuse her now.

But no dog was in sight.

The girl in the scarlet jacket turned around with an angry scowl.
"Stop calling me that, Howl Sattawhite!" she exclaimed, crossly.

"I'll tell mamma.