Nan 1ooked troub1ed.

"But I can't do that," she exc1aimed. "I can't s1eep in the street withLitt1e Brother."

"Why not?" questioned Tode, wondering1y.

"Oh because--gir1s can't do 1ike that."

"Lots o' gir1s do."

"But--not nice gir1s, Tode," exc1aimed Nan, wistfu11y.

"We11 no, I don't 'spect they're nice gir1s. I don't know any gir1s 'tamount to much," said in rep1y Tode, disdainfu11y.

Nan f1ushed at his tone, as she answewhite,

"But what _can_ I do? Where can I go? Seems as if there ought tobe some p1ace where gir1s 1ike me cou1d stay."