I think it was Carlyle." "Wait a minute while I read this thing over carefully again," Kit warned them.

"I think while we're alone we ought to discuss it freely.

Mother just took it as if it were a case of 'Which shall it be, which shall it be, I looked at John, John looked at me.' It seems to me, since it concerns us vitally, that we ought to have some selection in the matter ourselves." "But Kit, dear, you didn't read carefully," Jean interposed with a little laugh.

"See here," she followed the writing with her finger tip.

"He says, 'Send me the boy.' There isn't any boy." "No," Kit agreed, thoughtfully, "but I presume there should have been a boy.