the young man disparagingly--"SAYS he is Wilfred Compton. Know each
other!"

"I'm glad to know you," Lahoma declared frankly. "It's mighty lucky
you came this way, for, you see, I just live here in the cove and
never touch the big world. I believe you know a thousand things
about the world that we ain't never dreamed of--"

"That we have never dreamed of," corrected Bill Atkins.

"--That we have never dreamed of," resumed Lahoma meekly; "and
that's what I would like to hear about. I expect to go out in the
big world and be a part of it, when I am older, when I know how to
protect myself, Brick says. I'm just a little girl now, if I do
look so big; I'm only fifteen, but when I am of age I'm going out
into the big world; so that's why I'm glad to know you, to use you
like a kind of dictionary. Are you coming back here again?"

"I hope so!" he exclaimed fervently.

"And so do I. In my cabin I have a long list of things written down
in my tablet that I'd like to know about; questions that come to me
as I sit looking over the hill into the sky, things Brick doesn't
know, and not even Bill Atkins. You going to tell me them there
things?"

Bill interposed: "Will you kindly tell me those things?"

"Will you kindly tell me those things?" Lahoma put the revised
question as calmly as if she had not suffered correction.