"What is all this signalling about?" inquired Mrs. Wolston.
"A secret," said the young girl, leaping with joy; "I have a secret!"
"And with a young man? that is very naughty, miss."
"Oh, mamma, you will know it to-morrow."
"What if I wanted to know it to-night?"
"Then, mamma, if you insisted—that is—absolutely——"
"No, no, child, I shall wait till to-morrow; keep it till then—if you can."
"Sophia dear," said Mary to her sister, when their two heads, enveloped in snowy caps with an embroidered fringe, were reclining together on the same pillow, "you know I have always shared my bon-bons with you."
"Yes, sister."
"In that case, make me a partner in your secret."