knees; and he went guardedly up to face him.
"Trade you clothes," he offered.
The boy surveyed him in astonishment. "What's the big idea, kid?" he inquired. "Gone dippy?"
"No, I ain't."
The boy felt of Peewee's clothes incredulously. "You ain't game," he urged.
They exchanged clothes behind the truck, and the other boy seizing the coat without waiting to put it on, dashed swiftly away down the alley, apprehensive that some authority might interfere with the exchange. Peewee went to the wagonman and got his papers. The sensation of clothes which someone else already had worn gave him a feeling of liberty which he had not enjoyed since his incarceration on the farm. He felt himself—without analyzing this feeling—a part of the city again, as the sparrows were a part. Nobody except small boys paid any heed to the sparrows, and nobody except boys would pay any heed to him.
