"Thank goodness! Evidently it isn't a tragedy!"
"No, although there may be some elements of a drama in it."
"Do let me see the letter."
"Not now, dear girl. It is on a matter which I think should be regarded as strictly confidential."
Nevertheless Kate saw the letter before the day was done, and she did a lot of thinking about it. Then she drew her brother into the parlor and said abruptly:
"I've thought it all out. Fenie Wardlow hasn't a picture of you, has she?"
"Kate!" exclaimed Harry severely. "Do you imagine me to be conceited enough to present my portrait to young women in general?"
"Tut, tut! You know very well that Fenie Wardlow isn't classed in your mind among young women in general. She's the one and particular woman of all the world, to you. Answer my question; has she your picture?"
"No. Now are you satisfied?"
"Not entirely. Still, I'm sure she wants it. That child never wrote you of her own accord, to ask for your picture."