Tom had said good night.
"You are to be in New York, at my uncle's, Clara tells me." "It is true." "I may see you there ?" For answer she put out her hand.

He took it as he would have taken a delicate flower, laid his other hand softly, yet closely, over it, and, without any adieu spoken, went away.
"Tom always declared Willie was a little queer, and I'm sure I begin to think so," said Clara, as she kissed her friend and departed to her room..