"No, not quite," said he.
"I do! — except that I love you. I wish I could be good,
Winthrop! — even as good as I used to be."
"That wouldn't content me," said her brother; — "I want you to be better."
She clasped her arms in an earnest clasp about his neck, very close, but said nothing.
"Now sit down, Winnie," said he presently, gently disengaging her arms and putting her into a chair, — "or something else will not be good enough."
She watched him again, while he turned the ham and put eggs in the skillet, and fetched out an odd little salt-cellar and more spoons and cups for the eggs.
"But Winthrop!" she said starting, — "where's your tea- kettle?"
"I don't know. I have never had it yet, Winnie."
"Never had a tea-kettle?"
"No."