"There's Carlie Chitten!" "Where ?" Sam asked.
"'Cross the street.

Haven't you got any eyes ?" "Well, whyn't you say he was 'cross the street in the first place ?" Sam returned plaintively.

"Besides, he's so little you can't hardly see him." This was, of course, a violent exaggeration, though Master Chitten, not yet eleven years old, was an inch or two short for his age.
"He's all dressed up," Sam added.

"I guess he must be invited." "I bet he does sumpthing," said Penrod.
"I bet he does, too," Sam agreed.
This was the extent of their comment upon the small person across the street; but, in spite of its non-committal character, the manner of both commentators seemed to indicate that they had just exchanged views upon an interesting and even curious subject.

They walked along in silence for several minutes, staring speculatively at Master Chitten.
His appearance was pleasant and not remarkable.