"Well, my dear."
"I would just like to know a thing or two?"
"What, for instance?"
"Who are you going with to-morrow? That abomination wants you to go with him, and I've set my heart on having you go with me down town. You haven't been with me, since the dear knows when, and upon my word, I feel real bad."
"I'll mend my dress now, go with Ralph in the morning, and you in the afternoon," smiled Kittie sweetly.
"No you don't," cried Kat, sitting up. "I'd like to have you to myself for one day, at least. If he can get you from me so much in six weeks, by the end of summer you'll be beyond speaking to me."
"Oh, Kat," cried Kittie reproachfully. "How can you?"
"Well, will you go with me to-morrow?"
"My dress—"
"I'll darn your old dress right now. Will you?"