Being a girl, she had to be humoured in that manner.

But any boy could see that the thing went to sleep by turning its eyes inside out, _and its garters were painted on its fat legs_.

These things he was, of course, too much the gentleman to point out.
When the Doctor and his host came down stairs late in the afternoon, the little boy and girl were fairly friendly.

Only there was talk of kissing at the door, started by the little girl's uncle, and this the little boy of course could not consider, even though he suddenly wished it of all things--for he had never kissed any one but his father and mother.

He had told Clytie it made him sick to be kissed.