Page 108 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

W H EN Toni Adams next called at the ju d g e’s, he
found the atmosphere much cooler within the

house than it was outside. H e had been waiting
alone in the drawing-room for some time when Nancy Pansy
entered. She came in very .slowly, and instead of running
immediately up to him and greeting him as she usually did,

she seated herself on the edge of a chair and looked at him
with manifest suspicion. He stretched out his hand to her.
“ Come over, Nancy Pansy, and sit on my knee/'
Nancy Pansy shook her head.
" M y sister don’t like you,” she said slowly, eying him

askance.
“ Ah ! ” He let his hand fall on the arm of the chair.
“ N o ; and I don’t, either/' said Nancy Pansy, more
confidently.

" W hy doesn’t she like me ? ” asked Tom Adams.
'* Because you are so mean. She says you are just like
all the rest of ’e m ;” and, pleased at her visitor's interest,
Nancy Pansy wriggled herself higher up on her chair, pre­
pared to give him further details.
“ W e don’t like you at all,” said the child, half confi-