"Are you going to do—anything?"
"What can I do?"
"I don't know," stammered Fanny. She was rather afraid of her impulsive little sister. She might do something rash—something that would hurt them all. Anxiously she said:
"And yet I feel that you are going to do something. Aren't you?"
Virginia made no reply and she repeated:
"Tell me—whatever it is—promise that you won't do anything rash."
"I can promise that freely enough," replied Virginia with a sad smile.
"I'm so glad!" exclaimed Fanny with a gesture of relief and starting forward to embrace her sister.
Virginia raised her hand. Quickly she said:
"And you—you too, must promise me something."