"I shan't tell." And Jessie shut her lips defiantly.
"Oh, come on, Jessie, tell us," urged Alan, while Katharine added,—
"If you don't tell me, Jessie, I shall speak to auntie. I know you have done something you are ashamed of."
Jessie laughed good-naturedly.
"Don't be silly and make such a fuss over nothing, Kit. I only wanted to tease you a little; I'd just as soon tell as not. I'll give you each a guess, and then, if you don't get it, I'll tell you. That's fair, isn't it? Who'll you guess, Kit?"
"Oliver Wendell Holmes," said Katharine promptly.
Jessie smiled disdainfully.
"Wrong. What should I want of him?"
"I should think anybody would want him," returned Katharine. "He's the greatest person I could think of; and besides, you've just been studying about him."
"Well, he isn't the one," said Jessie. "Go on, Alan."