"I know. I'll stay out of your way," I promised humbly.
He leaned over suddenly and caught my face between his hands. He brushed his lips lightly against the coils of my hair.
"Good-by, darling," he said. Then he went out softly and closed the door.
CHAPTER X
ANN RECEIVES A CALLER
"Whoopee, what a pretty pitcher!" Waterloo cried admiringly, as he came down to breakfast this morning with the belt of his rompers still unfastened and a look of sleepiness in his brown eyes.
He followed his mother into the kitchen, as did we all, for the cook was late, and Rufe was anxious to get off early.
"Let me play with it. I won't hurt it."
I do not know whether it was the appeal in his voice or the wish to avoid a conflict, which always made her so nervous that she let the toast burn, which made Cousin Eunice pick the object under discussion up in her hand and silently debate a minute.