“So'll I.”
“I'll be aw'f'ly sorry,” said the boy painfully.
“So'll I.”
“I'll come and find you when I'm grown up.”
“Will you?” she cried eagerly.
“Cross my heart.”
“And I'll keep your gum forevern—evern—ever,” she promised solemnly. “I've got a piece yet. Hidden. Listen. Somebody's coming!”
“Good-bye, Tiger,” said the boy.
“Good-bye, Angel,” said the girl.
She put her trembling little lips against the cold mesh of the wires. For a moment he hesitated in boyish shamefacedness. Then he bent over to her.