“Must you go, Harry? I am just done with what I needed to do. Don’t be cross with me, Harry.” And greatly to his surprise, as she put her arms around his neck, he felt her tears upon his cheek.
“Why, Rosie, what ails you? I didn’t mean to be cross, Rosie, my darling.”
But, in a minute, Rose was smiling through her tears.
“Rosie, dear,” whispered her brother, “you are a very silly little girl. I think you are the very silliest girl I know. I wish—” Rose wiped her eyes.
“Don’t go yet, Harry. I will come in immediately; and please don’t tell Graeme that I am so silly. She wouldn’t like it at all.”
“Graeme is as silly as you are,” growled Harry.
Rose laughed, and ran up-stairs, but came down in a minute with Miss Goldsmith. Harry had brought a great paper of sweets for the little sisters at home, for which Etta thanked him very prettily, and then she said:
“I hope you are not afraid to trust Rose with us? We will take great care of her, I assure you.”
“Since I am too silly to take care of myself,” said Rose.
They had a pleasant evening enough, all things considered, and it was some time before Harry and his friend went away.