“But I must ask him,” the boy protested, striving to comfort her awkwardly. “I’ll telegraph him that I am coming home, and when he understands it he will not refuse.”
“He will. I know he will,” sobbed the girl. “He hates all the Baldwins and he’ll hate me. He’ll never consent.”
“But he must,” protested the boy. “I’ll tell him how horridly they have treated you—and he’ll take you, and when we are older”——
“Oh, you’re all against me,” she stormed. “I relied so on you and you’ve failed me. You don’t love me.”
Again she wept. The boy, his face drawn with anxiety and pain, knelt beside her.
“I do,” he protested. “But, Helen, can’t you see”——
The bell that marked the end of the calling period rang. They knew that in a minute or two Miss Tiddings would enter the room, and Larry sprang to his feet quickly.
“Oh Larry, Take Me Away!”