`` I knows him ! '' and , after a few convulsive efforts , the red legs took the shape of a pair of compasses , and the intelligent pupil triumphantly shouted , `` It 's a We , Dranpa , it 's a We ! '' `` He 's a born Weller , '' laughed Jo , as her parent gathered himself up , and her nephew tried to stand on his head , as the only mode of expressing his satisfaction that school was over . `` What have you been at today , bubchen ? '' asked Mr. Bhaer , picking up the gymnast . `` Me went to see little Mary . '' `` And what did you there ? '' `` I kissed her , '' began Demi , with artless frankness . `` Prut ! Thou beginnest early . What did the little Mary say to that ? '' asked Mr. Bhaer , continuing to confess the young sinner , who stood upon the knee , exploring the waistcoat pocket . `` Oh , she liked it , and she kissed me , and I liked it . Do n't little boys like little girls ? '' asked Demi , with his mouth full , and an air of bland satisfaction . `` You precocious chick ! Who put that into your head ? '' said Jo , enjoying the innocent revelation as much as the Professor . '' 'T is n't in mine head , it 's in mine mouf , '' answered literal Demi , putting out his tongue , with a chocolate drop on it , thinking she alluded to confectionery , not ideas . `` Thou shouldst save some for the little friend .
Sweets to the sweet , mannling , '' and Mr. Bhaer offered XXXXX some , with a look that made her wonder if chocolate was not the nectar drunk by the gods .
Bhaer Demi Dranpa Jo Mary Professor Prut Weller compasses confectionery