"Now you are calling me names," cried Elsie, indignantly. "I won't stay with you another moment."
She half rose, but Tom caught her dress.
"Oh, don't go, don't!"
"Go on your knees then, and beg my pardon," said Elsie.
"No," said Tom, "I'll do no such thing."
"Ah, do now, just to please, you know."
Down went Tom in dumb obedience. After enjoying his distress and penitence for a few moments, Elsie suddenly threw both her arms about his neck, and whispered:
"I am very sorry you are going. I do love you dearly, Tom!"
He strained her to his heart with a burst of grateful delight.
"And may I tell Grant?" he pleaded.