The Broad Highway

"Good night, Peter!" and I heard her move away. But presently

she was back again.

"Oh, Peter?"

"Well?"

"Are you frowning?"

"I--I think I was--why?"

"When you frown, you are very like--him, and have the same

square set of the mouth and chin, when you are angry--so don't,

please don't frown, Peter--Good night!"

"Good night, Charmian!" said I, and stooping, I picked up the

little handkerchief and thrust it under my pillow.