"Telephone him.

It'll be all right--won't it, Ruth ?" "You don't know Susie," said Ruth, with a queer, strained laugh.
"She'd rather die than break a promise." "I must go," Susan now said.

"Good-by." "Come on, Ruth," cried Sam.

"Let's walk uptown with her." "And you can help match the silk," said Ruth.
"Not for me," replied young Wright.

Then to Susan, "What've _you_ got to do?
Maybe it's something I could help at." "No.