He's got the stuff in him to make a real man--and I wouldn't call him spoiled, exactly.

He's always been with grown-ups, and his mind has developed away ahead of the calendar; you see what I mean?
He's nine, he tells me--" "Only eight.

He always tries to make himself older than he is," the Little Doctor corrected quickly.
"Well, he's some boy! And kids somehow take to me; I guess it's because I'm always chumming with them.

He's been taking in everything that has been said; I could see that.

But I surely never talked to him in the way you mean." The Little Doctor looked at him and hesitated; but she was a frank young woman, and she could not help speaking her mind.