I think either would be all right if they'd only let me have a few friends.

There are plenty of boys I'd like to have some fun with if they'd let me." "I wonder," mused Geraldine, "if there is anything the matter with us, Scott ?" "Why ?" "Oh--I don't know.

People stare at us so--nurses always watch us and begin to whisper as soon as we come along.

Do you know what a boy said to me once when I skated very far ahead of Kathleen ?" "What did he say ?" inquired Scott, flattening his nose against the window-pane to see whether it still hurt him.
"He asked me if I were too rich and proud to play with other children.

I was so surprised; and I said that we were not rich at all, and that I never had had any money, and that I was not a bit proud, and would love to stay and play with him if Kathleen permitted me." "Did Kathleen let you?
Of course she didn't." "I told her what the boy said and I showed her the boy, but she wouldn't let me stay and play." "Kathleen's a pig." "No, she isn't, poor dear.