The little girls in Room 4 were playing breakup. The ballerina doll was breaking...

The little girls in Room 4 were playing breakup. The ballerina doll was breaking up with the sailor doll. "I'm sorry, John," she said in a brisk, businesslike voice-Jilly's voice, actually-"but I'm in love with somebody else."
"Who?" the sailor doll asked. It was Emma G. who was speaking for him, holding him up by the waist of his little blue middy blouse.
"I can't tell you who, on account of he's your best friend and so it would hurt your feelings."
"Well, that's just stupid," Emma B. pointed out from the sidelines. "Now he knows anyhow, since you said it was his best friend."
"He could have a whole bunch of best friends, though."
"No, he couldn't. Not if they were 'best.' "
"Yes, he could. Me, I have four best friends."
"You're a weirdo, then."
"Kate! Did you hear what she called me?"
"What do you care?" Kate asked. She was helping Jameesha take her painting smock off. "Tell her she's weird herself."
"You're weird yourself," Jilly told Emma B.
"Am not."
"Are so."
"Am not."
"Kate said you were, so there!"
"I didn't say that," Kate said.
"Did so."
Kate was about to say, "Did not," but she changed it to, "Well, anyhow, I wasn't the one who started it.