sight of her. He stopped whistling and regarded her, oddly tongue-tied.
"He can't come," said Ann, advancing boldly. "Not yet."
"What—not Sid?"
"No. Father's made him dust all his boxes again."
"What for?"
"I dunno. Father's in a stew 'smorning."
"Oh!"
Pause. Kipps looked at her, and then was unable to look at her again. She regarded him with interest. "You left school?" she remarked after a pause.
"Yes."
"So's Sid."
The conversation languished. Ann put her hands on the top of the gate, and began a stationary hopping, a sort of ineffectual gymnastic experiment.
"Can you run?" she said presently.
"Run you any day," said Kipps.
"Gimme a start?"
"Where for?" said Kipps.
Ann considered, and indicated a tree. She walked towards it, and turned. "Gimme to here?" she called.
Kipps, standing now and touching the gate, smiled to express conscious superiority. "Further!" he said.
"Here?"
"Bit more!" said Kipps, and then, repenting of his magnanimity, said "Orf!" suddenly, and so recovered his lost concession.
