"Mean it? Why, I can't say one thousandth part of what I really mean. Don't you believe it, when you see me here?"
"But I don't see you at all," said Katie.
Harry looked at her for a moment, and then said, abruptly,
"Keep your shawl around you, poor little girl; I'm afraid you'll get cold;" and with tender solicitude he proceeded to draw her shawl tighter around her slender figure. This was a work which required no little time and skill. Not a word was now spoken for some time. This was of course wiser on their part than whispering, for whispers are sometimes dangerous, and may lead to discovery. But Harry seemed troubled about Katie's health, and was never satisfied about that shawl.
"You are so very kind!" said Katie, at last.
"It's because I'm so fond of—the shawl," said Harry. "I love to arrange it for you. I should like to take it back with me."
"Should you really?"
"Above all things—except one."
"What?"
"Why, of course, I should rather take back with me what's inside the shawl."