Betty’s smiling countenance froze instantly.
“I know you’re a very silly boy,” she had answered, severely, “and a very untruthful one. You promised——”
“I know I did,” Phillip had answered miserably. “But this is different, Betty; don’t you see?”
“No, I don’t see.”
“But I’m going away——”
“For a week.”
“For nearly two weeks! For a fortnight!” Somehow, fortnight sounded more eternal than two weeks. Betty, however, failed to see the distinction.
“You talk as though it were two years,” she had replied scathingly.
“Well, just the same, it’s a powerful long time! If you’d write me just once, Betty, it——”
“Not a single letter! If you can’t remember me for two weeks without seeing my handwriting I’m willing you should forget all about me.”