"Till you come home?"
"Yes."
Flora with a quick motion brushed away the gloomy clouds and held up her sunny face for a kiss.
"That is a lady," said Amy, approvingly.
"I will be very careful, and I won't break it," said Flora, gratefully; "and Dinah must not touch it."
"Well! If you haven't got an April face I wouldn't say so," declared Charley, at the risk of banishing the smiles.
But Flora did not care. She was thinking of the pretty white slate. She had never held it in her hands but once, and then Amy stood by to watch and to caution her. Now she was to have it all to herself.
"I am off," said Charley. "Will somebody kiss me before I go?"
"Dinah will."
Flora held up the black baby, but Charley made a wry face and said "Pah!" That amused Flora, and she ran after Charley and insisted upon his kissing Dinah, but before she knew it, Charley caught her in his arms and left a kiss on the tip of her nose. He did not mean to leave it there, he was trying to put it on her cheek, but the little nose was right in the way, so it caught the kiss.