"I've only this awful old jacket either, but I mean to go.

Hurry up the dishes, and let's go." "Well," said Kitty at last, "I _will_; but what will mother say ?" "I'll fix that." And Tip stepped softly into the bedroom.

"Are you better to-night, father ?" "Not much better, I guess.

How's arithmetic to-day ?" "First-rate; Mr.Burrows said I was getting ahead fast.

Mother, may Kitty go out with me to-night?
I'm going up to the church to prayer-meeting." Mrs.Lewis turned from the basket where she had been hunting long, and as yet in vain, for a piece of flannel, and bent a searching bewildered look on her son.
"I don't care," she said at last; "she can go if she likes; but I doubt if she will." She _did_, however; in ten minutes more the two were walking along the snowy path.