Don't cry, Billy; it hurts me so to see you and know that I have done it.

Please stop, and take me home as quickly as possible.' With a great gulp, and a long sigh like a grieved child, Billy dried his tears, of which he was much ashamed, and helping Jerrie into the cart drove her rapidly to the door of the cottage.
'I should not like Tom, nor Dick, nor Harold to know this,' he said to her, as he stood a moment with her at the gate.
'Billy!' she exclaimed, 'do you know me so little as to think I would tell them, or anybody?
I have more honor than that,' and she gave him her hand, which he held tightly in his while he looked earnestly into the sweet young face which could never be his, every muscle of his own quivering with emotion, and telling of the pain he was enduring.
'Good-bye.

I shall be more like a ma-man, and less a ba-baby when I see you again,' and springing into his cart he drove rapidly away.
Jerrie found her grandmother seated at a table and trying to iron.
'Grandma,' she said, 'this is too bad.

I did not mean to stay so long.
Put down that flat-iron this minute.

I am coming there as soon as I lay off my hat.' Running up the stairs to her room, Jerrie put away her hat, and then, throwing herself upon the bed, cried for a moment as hard as she could cry.