"I'm going with some one," she answered, with her clear, musical laugh; "but I won't tell you who."
"I have not asked," I said, provoked a little by her coolness. "I assure you, dear child, I have no wish to force your confidence."
"It's some one we don't talk much about," she said, nodding her head sagaciously. "Granny says that there are people whom it's best not to meddle with."
"And yet you are going to this place with the outlandish name in such company?" I said, almost involuntarily.
She drew herself up.
"Oh, that is very different!" she said. "When I am with this person I am in very good company; and who so well as he can tell me of the Phoul-a-Phooka and all those other things I want to hear?"
"You are a strange child," I remarked.
She looked at me, surprised and half offended.
"How am I strange?" she demanded.
"I mean different from others."