Once they both searched him--while the game waited--for class pins, which they meant to appropriate.

They found him singularly devoid of these.

He never even knew definitely what they were looking for.
He was glad when refreshments were served on the lawn, and ate sandwiches in a wholehearted manner that disturbed Winona, who felt that at these affairs one should eat daintily, absently, as if elevated converse were the sole object and food but an incident.

Wilbur ate as if he were hungry--had come there for food.

Even now he was not free from the annoying attentions of Patricia and her little friends.