waked up when I kissed you — I do, honest.”
The hard lines in his aunt’s face relaxed and a sudden tenderness dawned in her eyes.
“Did you kiss me, Tom?”
“Why, yes, I did.”
“Are you sure you did, Tom?”
“Why, yes, I did, auntie — certain sure.”
“What did you kiss me for, Tom?”
“Because I loved you so, and you laid there moaning and I was so sorry.”
The words sounded like truth.
The old lady could not hide a tremor in her voice when she said: