“Oh, Gozo!”
“Never mind,” he said, with mock seriousness. “Nex’ week I goin’ sail for America. Then, perhaps, you sorry.”
The tears slipped from Marion’s eyes, and she wiped them with the pink sleeve of her kimono.
“Take me with you, dear Gozo!”
“An’ me, also.”
“An’ me, too,” cried the two little girls.
“Girls,” said Billy, with contempt, “aren’t allowed in colleges. You haven’t any sense, Marion!”
“Well, b-but I could keep house for Gozo.”
“A fine house you’d keep,” said her brother, witheringly.
Marion’s pride arose. She ignored Billy entirely.