"There, now, you're in an angry passion," observed her small sister, gazing at her calmly; "you've let your angry passions rise. You frightened that bird away, a-stampin' of your foot that way. Aren't you 'shamed!"
"Oh, Janet, never mind. Please tell me. Did he really say good-by?"
"Will you give me your coral necklace if I tell you all he said?" said Janet, who was ever prompt to seize an opportunity.
"Yes, yes! Anything!"
"Well, he said— Are you sure you mean it, Cynthia? I want the coral necklace with the nice little gold clasp and—"
"Yes, I know," groaned Cynthia. "I've only got one coral necklace, you dreadful child! Go on, do go on!"
"My, Cynthia! You're terrible impatient, and I guess your angry passions have riz again. Well, he said, 'Good-by forever; I'm going away;' and off he went."
"Was that all? Truthfully, Janet?"
"Yes, truthfully all. He said he wouldn't stay any longer 'cause he was salted, or something."
"Salted!"