"You look like a boy.

Why, it is as short as mine." "I don't care," answered Lloyd, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"It's comfortable this way, and grandfathah likes it.

He says he's got his Little Colonel back again now, and he sent to town for this Napoleon hat like the ones I used to weah when I was a little thing." "When you were a little thing!" laughed Rob, teasingly.

"What do you think you are now, missy?
You're head and shoulders shorter than I am." "I'm eleven yeahs old, anyway, I'd have you to undahstand, Bobby Moore," answered the Little Colonel, with such dignity that Rob wished he hadn't spoken.