"I know by mother's tone she is troubled.

Don't let us show her the letter to-night.

Put it in your pocket, May." Aloud she said,-- "Yes, mother, I'm coming.

I'll be with you directly." She ran across the grass, looking slim and pale in her white muslin dress, her face full of intense feeling, her manner so hurried and eager that her mother felt irritated by it.
"You need not dash at me as if you meant to knock me down, Kate," she said.
"You said you wanted me, mother." "So I did, Catherine.

I do want you.