"Don't be runnin' off," Danny begged. "Besides, I'm not done yet with the letter. As I was sayin', I wouldn't try to finish it in one sitting. I'd write at it as much as I could every day and in a week's time it'd be a good big letter."
"But, Danny, Thanksgiving's not more than three weeks off!"
"Three weeks, do you say? That's bad. The poor lad ought to be given two weeks' notice at least. So if any one was to write him, they'd better begin at once. They'd have to write every day for a week pretty steadily."
"Is that all, Danny?"
"It's all I think of just now. If you was to sit awhile longer, Rosie, maybe something more would come to me."
"I don't believe I better, Danny. I'm awful busy. I must get home."
"But you'll stop awhile tomorrow, darlint, won't you? Promise me you will."
Rosie thought a moment. "It's this way, Danny: I'm a little behind in school and I've got to catch up. And, besides that, I'll be very busy for a week on something else. I don't believe I'll have time to stop tomorrow but, if I have, I will. Good-bye."
Rosie started off, then turned back a little shyly. She put her arm about old Danny's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Danny, you're awful good to me. And do you know, Danny, after Jarge and Geraldine and Janet I think I love you best of all!"
Danny chuckled. "Well, I suppose fourth ch'ice is better than no ch'ice at all!"