Walter shivered again.
“They want me to—but I can’t. It would hurt so.”
“Are you afraid of a little pain?” asked Faith contemptuously.
“It would be a BIG pain. I hate being hurt. Father said he wouldn’t insist on my going—he’d wait until I’d made up my own mind to go.”
“It wouldn’t hurt as long as the toothache,” argued Faith, “You’ve had five spells of toothache. If you’d just go and have it out there’d be no more bad nights. I had a tooth out once. I yelled for a moment, but it was all over then—only the bleeding.”