“Indeed I will not,” answered Bramber earnestly.
She still hesitated.
“You fear me? Surely you can trust me.”
“You are so good--indeed I can. You speak to me as does no one else, and that is just why I do not wish to appear ridiculous in your eyes.”
“That you never will.”
Then she said, blushing and hanging her head, “It is all along of a song my father sings.”
“What song is that?”
“It is some silly nonsense about a frog that lived in a well--and the burden is--‘Kitty Alone’--and then ‘Kitty Alone and I.'”
“Sing me the words.”
She did as requested.