"Girls are queer," he said, pausing in his whistling solo, to speak his
thoughts.
"Even nice girls are queer SOMETIMES," he murmured. "Of course Princess
Polly is always pleasant, and my sister Leslie isn't even odd, but Inez
is freaky, and Vivian, well,--she's something like Inez."
In the garden the three little girls stood where Harry had left them.
"What shall we do?" said Leslie. "We came to play with you, Polly, what
ought we to do?"
Polly's eyes had looked troubled, but now she smiled.
"Oh, go, please, and see Inez. Perhaps she truly wishes she'd been
pleasant. You can come ANY time to play with me, but it's NOW that Inez
feels good."
Polly's words were wise. She knew Inez to be hasty, and she thought that
if, for the moment, she was sorry for her rudeness, she should have the
chance to say so, before she could change her mind.
Leslie would not say so, but in truth, she did not care what Inez had to
say.
Vivian was curious, and eager to know why Inez had waited so long to see
them.
Inez stood at the gateway waiting for her two playmates.
Leslie said something about having to hurry home, but Vivian pausing
beside Inez, waited for her to speak.
It was not pleasant to stand talking on the sunny sidewalk, and turning,
they walked a little way up the driveway.
Polly questioned if Inez really might be sorry for her hasty words.
Nothing could have tempted her to listen, nor was she near enough to
have heard a word that they were saying, but from where she was
standing, she could see Inez and Vivian.
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