"I can't go, Fan."
"Yes, you can; and you must. You have got into the scrape so far, and you are not going to leave me alone now. You promised to go with me."
"But you did not tell me what you were going to do."
"I have told you now; and if you attempt to back out, you shall bear half the blame."
"I didn't steal."
"I don't care if you didn't; you shall bear your share of the blame. You shall go with me."
"What will my mother say?"
"She will say you are a naughty girl, and punish you for what you have done. If you go with me, she will be so glad to see you when you get back, that she won't say a word. She will find out what you are made of then; if you go back now, she will see that you are nothing but a chicken at heart, and she will punish you, as you deserve to be for deserting your friend."
"My mother would feel awfully if I did not come back to-night," continued Kate, thoughtfully, even sadly; and she was sincere now.
"She will get over it."