"Yes, why shouldn't we, indeed?" echoed Blanche.
"No reason at all, my dear," observed Hope, "except that Miss Tempest might happen to make a bother about it if she heard. One never knows quite what she'll take it into her head to say or do."
"Then she mustn't hear."
"Right you are! We certainly won't tell of each other."
"Rather not!"
"Will you promise too, Dorothy, never to breathe one single word that you've seen Blanche and me here?"
"Of course! Do you think I'm likely to go telling tales to Miss Tempest?"
"Well, no; but you'll promise not to tell any body, not even the girls?"
"All serene!"
"On your honour?" said Hope, catching her by the arm.