“Good-night,” said his mother.
“Good-night, mother.”
“Don’t stay up too late reading.”
“No, I won’t.”
“How many more pages are there, Philip?” asked his father.
“About four hundred,” answered Phil, looking over to the end.
“Then I wouldn’t advise you to sit up till you’ve finished the book,” he said, jocosely.
“I guess not. I shan’t sit up more than half an hour.”
So Colonel and Mrs. Ross went upstairs, and the coast was clear.
When he was left alone, and felt that the hour so long anticipated had come, Philip’s heart beat fast.