No More Learning

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"Why? Because you're going away from Mrs. Jennett? "

"No. "

"From me, then? "

No answer for a long time. Dick dared not look at her. He felt, though
he did not know, all that the past four years had been to him, and this
the more acutely since he had no knowledge to put his feelings in words.

"I don't know," she said. "I suppose it is. "

"Maisie, you must know. I'm not supposing. "

"Let's go home," said Maisie, weakly.

But Dick was not minded to retreat.

"I can't say things," he pleaded, "and I'm awfully sorry for teasing you
about Amomma the other day.
It's all different now, Maisie, can't you
see? And you might have told me that you were going, instead of leaving
me to find out. "

"You didn't. I did tell. Oh, Dick, what's the use of worrying? "

"There isn't any; but we've been together years and years, and I didn't
know how much I cared. "

"I don't believe you ever did care. "

"No, I didn't; but I do,--I care awfully now, Maisie," he gulped,--"Maisie,
darling, say you care too, please. "

"I do, indeed I do; but it won't be any use. "

"Why? "

"Because I am going away. "

"Yes, but if you promise before you go. Only say--will you? " A second
"darling" came to his lips more easily than the first. There were
few endearments in Dick's home or school life; he had to find them by
instinct. Dick caught the little hand blackened with the escaped gas of
the revolver.