“I sha’n’t be sorry, Frank, when you are away at school, that I was kind to you when you were at home; besides, Harry Cornwall told me something to-day that I never thought about before.”
“I hate Harry Cornwall, Kate!”
Kate made no sign of having heard the words.
Frank went on to say, “And I just wish that you would never speak to me of him again. I dare say he is putting you up to all sorts of disagreeable things on my account.”
Kate made no response for a moment, and then she said, the moonlight in the room making her pale face quite radiant as she spoke, “I wonder, Frank, what Jesus Christ would tell me to say to you, if he were here now.”
“Good night, Kate; I’m going,” said Frank.
“Bub, won’t you kiss me without a pinch?”
“Yes, I will, Kate, and I don’t really and truly hate Harry as much as I made out.”
“I am glad to hear you say so.”
“And Kate, I am just the least mite curious to know what the fellow did say to you to-day.”