I'd look out for that, if I were you.

Hurry up with your meat; I ought to be at the store." Tip went home to Kitty.

She still swung on the gate; at least she was there when he came up.
"Oh, Tip," she said, "are you going to take me?
Oh, Tip, _do_! I never asked you for anything before." Tip walked slowly up the yard, with his hands in his pockets, troubled,--not knowing what to say, or how to say it.

At last he stopped and wheeled about.

"Kitty, I can't; I can't go.