Things were so weird when we were kids!
Everything was absolutely crazy, you know?
But in awesome ways, at least until 'round age eight or so.
Go team!
It was very gay that summer at Captain Vandike's. The Captain's youngest brother, Peterkin's dear Uncle Jock, had come up from Harvard for the long vacation. He was on the 'Varsity crew, and had built up a pair of biceps muscles that were Peterkin's especial envy.for instance
"O," said Peterkin, "my poetry party is different. I'm going to be an animal, and all the other fellows will be animals--and all the girls, too. Maybe not, though--I s'pose a girl would hate to be a mouse, or even an elephant. I guess the girls had better be bugs--don't you think so, Uncle Jock?"
"A ghost with wings?--don't you mean an angel?" queried the Chum, without looking up from the book he was reading.
"Yes," answered Peterkin, "very near, but not quite--that's the way it is in poetry. I knew it wasn't perfect rhyme, and I wished it were--but of course I wouldn't say so to Mama-my-dear!"