"'Aren't,' then. But I thought you promised years and years ago."
"Kathie, dear," said I, "this isn't a thing that you may talk about. You are too young to understand, and it is vulgar to talk to people about their private affairs unless they begin."
"But it's no wronger than"—
"There's no such word as 'wronger,' Kathie."
"No worse than to break one's word, is it?"
"When two persons make an agreement they have a right to unmake it if they change their minds; and that is not breaking their word. How do the skates work?"
"All right," Kathie answered; "but father said that you and George Weston"—
"Kathie," I said as firmly as I could, "I have told you before that you must not repeat what your father says."
"It isn't wrong," she returned rather defiantly.