But you mustn't ever tell anybody--WILL you, Tom?
Now you won't, WILL you ?" "No, indeed, indeed I won't.

Now, Becky." He turned his face away.

She bent timidly around till her breath stirred his curls and whispered, "I--love--you!" Then she sprang away and ran around and around the desks and benches, with Tom after her, and took refuge in a corner at last, with her little white apron to her face.

Tom clasped her about her neck and pleaded: "Now, Becky, it's all done--all over but the kiss.

Don't you be afraid of that--it ain't anything at all.