“I sha’n’t tell you, because you call him a fellow.”
“Saint, then, Kate; will that do?”
“It’s nearer the truth.”
“Tell, then.”
“No, not to-night.”
“Then I don’t give the kiss.”
“Good night, Frank.”
“Good night, Kate; you’ll be awful sorry, when I’m gone to school.”
Frank went to his own room, and to sleep.
Kate wished with all her heart it was morning. She could not go to sleep, and it was so dismal to lie there thinking about Frank’s going away from home.