Little boy (without heeding, and hurrying toward the climax).
"How could I!" cried Polly, in accents of despair, not heeding her mother's question.
If I speak to one, he or she looks up in my face, as if I were not worth heeding, gives a little laugh, and runs away." Here the woman started, as if suddenly recollecting herself, and said in a low voice to her daughter, "Make haste--go and watch him, and see in what direction he goes."