"Tomorrow?"
"I shall see you tomorrow?"
The repetition of the word gave her its meaning. She took the letter from her belt and held it out to him.
"No, no," he said.
"Won't you have it posted for me?"
"I—I thought it was for me," he stammered. "Yes, I'll have it posted."
"Will it go early?" she asked earnestly.
"I'll take it down tonight."
"Oh, there's no need of that."
"I'd like to do it," and touching his forehead with a childish gesture, he added, "I couldn't sleep."