"
"Am I?" asked the boy absently. Then he went on. "Speaking of Kit,
mother, has it struck you that she is leaving off a little of her
airs and graces? She isn't near as silly as she was when she first
came."
"I don't think Katharine is silly," his mother replied; "it is
only a little way she has. You are too critical of her, Alan."
"Well, she makes me tired," responded the boy, rolling up his eyes
at his mother, whose deep-seated objection to that phrase he well
knew. "She wants to be the very middle of things when we're
together, and must have just so much fuss made over her. She'd be
well enough, if it wasn't for that."
"Katharine has a great deal of character, after all," said his
mother. "You aren't quite fair to her, Alan. If Polly or Florence
did the same things she does, you would think it was all right."
"Polly and Kit aren't to be spoken of in the same breath,"
answered Alan energetically. "Florence doesn't count, one way or
the other; but Polly is a splendid girl, and about the best friend
I have. She always fights for me, and it would be mean if I didn't
return the compliment once in a while. Here comes Mrs. Adams now,"
he added, as he glanced out of the window.
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