"And mustn't we get up? Shan't we be late?"
"Listen a minute; I want to tell you something."
"Is it something dreadful? Your voice sounds so."
"No not dreadful one bit. But it is a disappointment for a little girl I know."
"Oh, is it me?" clinging to her.
"Yes, it is you."
"Is it about going to school?" she asked with a quick little sob.
"Yes."
"Can't I go, Marjorie?"
"Not to-day, darling."