I heard Sally whisper: "It's that Baynes boy.

Don't he look dirty ?" I stopped and withdrew my hand from that of my guide.
"Come on, Bart," he said.
I shook my head and stood looking over at that little, hostile tribe near me.
"Go and play with them while I step into the house," he urged.
Again I shook my head.
"Well, then, you wait here a moment," said my new-found friend.
He left me and I sat down upon the ground, thoughtful and silent.
He went to the children and kissed Sally and whispered in her ear and passed on into the house.

The children walked over to me.
"Hello, Bart!" said Sally.
"Hello!" I answered.
"Wouldn't you like to play with us ?" I shook my head.
Some of them began to whisper and laugh.

I remember how beautiful the girls looked with their flowing hair and ribbons and pretty dresses.
What happy faces they had! I wonder why it all frightened and distressed me so.
In a moment my friend came out with Mrs.Dunkelberg, who kissed me, and asked me to tell how I happened to be there.
"I just thought I would come," I said as I twisted a button on my coat, and would say no more to her.
"Mr.Wright, you're going to take him home, are you ?" Mrs.Dunkelberg asked.
"Yes.

I'll start off with him in an hour or so," said my friend.