He had
as yet been home a day and a half, and had succeeded in drawing out
with red lines and blue figures the table which he showed her. "If
I can do that, it will be pretty well; won't it?"
"But, Frank, you have come home for your holidays,--to enjoy
yourself?"
"But a fellow must work now-a-days."
"Don't overdo it, dear; that's all. But, Frank, I could not rest if
I went to bed without speaking to you. You made me unhappy to-day."
"Did I, Bessy?"
"You called me a Puritan, and then you quoted that ill-natured
French proverb at me. Do you really believe your sister thinks
evil, Frank?" and as she spoke she put her arm caressingly round his
neck.
"Of course I don't."
"Then why say so? Harry is so much younger and so thoughtless that
I can bear what he says without so much suffering. But if you and I
are not friends I shall be very wretched. If you knew how I have
looked forward to your coming home!"
"I did not mean to vex you, and I won't say such things again."
"That's my own Frank. What I said to mamma, I said because I
thought it right; but you must not say that I am a Puritan. I would
do anything in my power to make your holidays bright and pleasant.
I know that boys require so much more to amuse them than girls do.
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