“No! no! Dear Aunt Anne! I am so very happy!”
“And I, my darling.”
“Will Pardy like it?”
“Very much.”
“And Mardy?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, here they come,—I must run. I want—I want to be alone, just a little.”
“Kiss me again, Rose.”
Then the girl fled in haste; but Anne said, “And now I should like to live a little longer.”