"Ever so much."
"Well, I don't know what I'll do," said Pansy, with a long sigh, after she expressed a little rapture over the assurance. "My papa said the other day, what I'd do when we went back to the city 'thout you, and I said I was going to take you along; 'll you go?"
"How could I? Leave my mama and sisters?"
"But don't you love me 'n my papa?"
"I love you a very great deal."
"'N not my papa?"
"I think he's a very nice gentleman, and that you ought to be a very good little girl, and love him lots and lots."
Pansy drew back, and slowly surveyed her idol, as though she had just discovered the first flaw. "I think you might love him, too," she said with a grieved air, and some resentment.
"If she loved him, she wouldn't love you so much," said Kat, slyly.
"Then I'm glad you don't," exclaimed Pansy, with sudden satisfaction, and returning to her seat with an enraptured smile.