“And it is just as much mine as ’tis yours, too, Master Frank, and I won’t give it to you, unless you will promise.”
“Keep it then, and see what you will get for it,” returned Frank, dropping the window-sash heavily to close further negotiations.
Kate’s eyes grew dim with tears. Here she was, after trying so hard to conciliate her brother, at open variance with him.
She returned to her seat, opened the orange-tinted covers, sought out the place where she had left off reading, and tried to recover interest in the story, but in vain. There, right beyond the wall of her room, was her brother, and he was angry at her.
Foolish Kate! She closed the Young Folks, trod softly to Frank’s door and whispered through the keyhole, “Here is the magazine. You may have it.”
No response.
“Frank! open the window and I’ll give you Young Folks.”
Silence.
“Frank, won’t you please take it?”
“No.”