“When?”
“Why, what do you care? She won’t give you one, I’ll be bound.”
“I wasn’t thinking of that—only talking for talk’s sake.”
“Promiscuous?”
“Exactly. Now tell me, just for fun, you know, who did she ever give a prayer-book to?”
Ellen drew her chair close to Jane, and spoke in a low voice.
“That’s a family secret, Jane Kelly, and you must not ask me about it.”
“A family secret; just the thing—and not tell me! That isn’t like you, Ellen; such old friends as we have been. Didn’t I always keep your little affairs close?”
“I know; but one word about this would cost me my place.”
“But who’s going to say the word? Not Jane Kelly, you may be bound.”