That he will never outgrow! Oh, it's wicked!--wicked for him to treat me so.

I have never done anything he didn't want me to do! and he has no right to--Oh, Uncle George, it's--" St.George leaned nearer and covered her limp fingers with his own tender grasp.
"Try him once more, Kate.

Let me send him to you.

It will be all over in a minute and you will be so happy--both of you! Nothing like making up--it really pays for the pain of a quarrel." The outside door shut gently and there was a slight movement in the hall behind them, but neither of them noticed it.

Kate sat with her head up, her mind at work, her eyes watching the firelight.