"To-morrow!"
"Eight o'clock?"
"Yes, indeed!"
"If father will let me," with one imploring glance fatherward.
"Yes, in a moment, wait!"
"Father, they are going to have a fox-hunt to-morrow—Orange Grove, you know—meet at eight o'clock. Mr. Payne bought the fox from a colored boy to-day, he has it out at his house. They are going to turn it loose on the hill. It's a big red fox, he says." She slipped down on the side of his chair.
"Great Heavens! You don't want to go?"
Frances never answered, she only held on to him a little tighter.
"Frances, you know, since—"
"Starlight did behave dreadfully that time," she assented.