He sulked over his wrongs for an hour or so, and then crawled out through a friendly hole in the fence which he had for some time past been spending his hours of imprisonment in making.
The dining-room of the house on the avenue was lighted by a single gas jet, and the shades were lowered. Miss Bryant and the chafing dish together had evolved a rarebit which made the inner man glow with pleasure.
"Do you remember that awful quarrel we had about annexing Canada to the United States?" asked Robert.
Katherine remembered distinctly.
He went over to her side of the table. "What do you think about it now?"
It was a very ordinary question, but Miss Bryant turned scarlet.
"I—I don't know," she faltered.
He put his arm around her. "I give in," he said; "annexation is the most desirable thing in the world—when shall it take place?"
Katherine raised her head timidly. "Say it, sweetheart," he whispered tenderly.