He all at once wanted to go.

He would go as an assistant prosecuting attorney.
"Not--not me ?" stammered the stricken Wilbur.
"By all means--you!" Miss Juliana sharpened her tone She added, mysteriously: "It would be good without you--good, but not perfect." "Now I guess you'll learn how to behave yourself in future!" admonished Merle, the preacher, and edged toward Miss Juliana as one withdrawing from contamination.
"Oh, not me!" pleaded the voice of Wilbur.
"I think you heard me," said Miss Juliana.

"Come!" She uttered "come" so that not mountains would have dared stay, much less a frightened little boy in a girl's dress.

In his proper garb there had been instant and contemptuous flight.

But the dress debased all his manly instincts.