"So do I! I'll be as good as gold—"
"I've taken you on that promise before."
"Oh, Oh, Oh! I will go! I'm going straight to mother and ask her now."
"Mother is worse tonight and can't be bothered. Stop your yelling, or she will hear you."
"I want her to hear! I shall go! She said I might!" The storm was on in all its fury.
"Hush!" interposed Cherry, running to her sobbing sister and trying to soothe her wild rebellion with gentle caresses. "I will stay home with you, Peace. I don't care much about going, anyway."
"You can stay at home if you want to," declared the small rebel with emphasis, "but I am going!"
"Children, children, what is all this racket about?" asked a gentle, grieved voice, suddenly, and the shamed-faced trio wheeled to find the pale, little, invalid mother standing in their midst.
"Oh, mother, mayn't I go? Faith says I can't, but you promised me when Mr. Kane went away that I could go to the next reception if I would make no more fuss about not going to his."
"So I did, dear—"