Harry heard the story, and promised to be over some time in the afternoon. Kate went home rejoicing all the way, very certain now that the trouble would soon be over. She had not been long at home when Frank called to her that he wanted something to read.
“Fetch me Young Folks,” he said.
That magazine had been received the evening before. Kate was herself in the midst of a most entertaining story at the instant the call came. She went to the window adjoining Frank’s.
“Bub!” she said softly. Kate never called Frank “Bub” except in a tone of endearment.
He put his head out from the open window.
“Here I am, Kate. I’ll catch it.”
“I’m just reading the loveliest story, Frank! I’ll be through in a few minutes.”
“I want it now. I’ve called you a hundred times since breakfast.”
“Frank,” said Kate, “if I give this to you now, will you please ask my forgiveness just as soon as they get home. If you will, you shall have it, right away.”
“Give it to me quick, Kate. It’s as much my magazine as ’tis yours.”