"Aunt Fee's cryin' awful, mamma," said Trixy, returning to the parlor.
Trif looked reproachfully at Kate, who showed signs of relenting, although she was having a severe struggle with her pride.
"When are you goin' to Norfolk to get my dolls?" asked Trixy.
Kate laughed, despite herself; Trif embraced her and whispered something which made Kate blush, look toward Trixy, and say:
"Run quickly, dear, and tell Aunt Fee that I've been real unkind, and that—for her sake, I won't return to New York until—oh, I don't know when."
[CHAPTER XVI.]
COWARDS BOTH.
IF human nature could be as thoroughly ashamed of its misdeeds as it sometimes is of doings entirely to its credit, the world would be much the better for it.