“That so.”
“But Felicia—am I to see her no more?” cried the boy, in a heart-broken way.
“Some time.”
“When?”
“Soon mebbe.”
“How can I? I am not to go to her.”
“Mebbe she come.”
“No, no! I shall never see her any more! And Frank says I am to begin going to school very soon.”
“Make you like him, heap good school.”
More than ever was the boy amazed.