“I would brave the cannon’s mouth for another look like that,” was Jimmie’s mental comment as he stepped into the room, and advanced to the ladies’ side. “So you are glad I am going?” he said, half playfully, to Annie, who answered frankly:
“Yes, very glad.”
“And won’t you miss me a bit? Folks like to be missed, you know, if they are ever so bad. It makes one think better of himself, and consequently do better if he knows that his absence will cause a feeling of regret, however slight, to the friends left behind,” Jimmie remarked, while in his eyes there was a peculiar expression which Annie failed to see, as he stood looking down upon her.
She would miss Jimmie, she knew, for she had become accustomed to his merry whistle, his ringing laugh, his teasing jokes at Rose’s expense, and his
