Then fetch me some jam and a book--to-morrow.

Will you ?" "I surely will." "That's a promise.

I know your promises of old." "Then good-by till to-morrow.

I must go.

I hope you'll be better." "I'll stay sick in bed till you stop coming." Columbine left rather precipitously, and when she got outdoors it seemed that the hills had never been so softly, dreamily gray, nor their loneliness so sweet, nor the sky so richly and deeply blue.