"Not yet," she said; "wait till you come back; not a word till then."
"But as soon as I come?"
"Yes; if you are good. But not a look till I say the word."
She tried to escape from him, but he would not let her go until he had extorted one other pledge.
"You must write to me," he said.
"Now, Tom, I hate to write letters! I never write even to Grant, when I can possibly help it."
"But just a few words—"
"If you will behave yourself properly, perhaps yes."
"Every day?"
"Oh, worse and worse! Tom, get up. I hear Mary Harrington's voice; she's the most inveterate gossip."