“‘Lannie, I want to tell you something.’ I think the tremor of my childish voice impressed Lannie, for he asked me to go to the office, a rough affair, but there were chairs there, and we could be alone and away from the clanging saws and flying dust.
“‘Now tell me what it is, little one,’ said Lannie, as he closed the door and took up a handful of curls which had crowded out from under the gingham bonnet which I wore.
“‘Lannie, I am going away,’ said I.
“‘I know it,’ replied Lannie.
“‘You; who told you?’
“‘I heard the bargain.’
“‘Bargain; what’s that, Lannie?’
“‘I heard your father say that you could go.’
“‘Oh, did you hear him tell mamma?’
“‘No, I heard him tell the old man with the white side whiskers.’