Naida, turning, saw the look on the boy's face.
"Duane doesn't mean that," she said; "he's only teasing." Geraldine came hurrying back with the boxing-gloves and a suit of Scott's very best clothes, halting when she perceived the situation, for Scott had walked up to Duane, and the boys stood glaring at one another, hands doubling up into fists.
"You think I'm a molly ?" asked Scott in a curiously still voice.
"Yes, I do." "Oh, Scott!" cried Geraldine, pushing in between them, "you'll have to hammer him well for that----" Naida turned and shoved her brother aside: "I don't want you to fight him," she said.

"I like him." "Oh, but they must fight, you know," explained Geraldine earnestly.

"If we didn't fight, we'd really be what you call us.

Put on Scott's clothes, Naida, and while our brothers are fighting, you and I will wrestle to prove that I'm not a mollycoddle----" "I don't want to," said Naida tremulously.

"I like you, too----" "Well, _you're_ one if you don't!" retorted Geraldine.