"I wouldn't tell you that, Phyl," he said, with heavy earnestness. "You'll go somewhere, but it won't be—to hell."
"And—and you don't want me to take my promise back?" she asked him, her gray eyes sobering at once.
"No, dear, I just love you more than ever." He sighed in great contentment. "And we'll get married as soon—as soon as mother buys me the farm she's going to. She's written me about it to-day."
"Ah, yes, that farm." Phyllis rested her chin upon her hand, and gazed out at the old house abstractedly.
"It's to be a swell place," the boy went on.
"I'm so glad, Frank," she replied absently. Then she recalled her dreaming faculties. "And—your momma's giving it to you? She must be very rich."
Frank flushed and turned his eyes away.
"She has a good deal of money," he said awkwardly.
The girl seemed to understand. She questioned him no further.
"She must be a good and kind woman," she said gently. "I hope some day I may get—to know her."