“Well, then, if you didn’t want anything special, why are you bothering me? Go and say good-bye to Joyce. Say it politely, and tell her you hope she’ll come again. And after that your father wants to speak to you.” But Joyce had already gone, and when she looked back, to try to show him she understood, she did not see him. His father was asking him if a boy ten years old didn’t know better than to insult his parents like that. THE END TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.