“Yes, why?”
“Please, may I go too? I have something of great importance to arrange; you know I was carried off in a hurry,” Rose said in a confidential whisper as she was bidding her cousins good night.
“I'm willing, and I guess Charlie won't mind.”
“Thank you; be sure you stand by me when I ask leave in the morning, and don't say anything till then, except to Charlie. Promise,” urged Rose, so eagerly, that Archie struck an attitude and cried dramatically,
“By yonder moon I swear!”
“Hush! it's all right, go along”; and Rose departed as if satisfied.
“She's a queer little thing, isn't she, Prince?”
“Rather a nice little thing, I think. I'm quite fond of her.”
Rose's quick ears caught both remarks, and she retired to her tent, saying to herself with sleepy dignity,
“Little thing, indeed! Those boys talk as if I was a baby. They will treat me with more respect after to-morrow, I guess.”