“Yes, didn’t it?” said little Miss Phyllis.
Mrs. Hilary was grave again.
“And you never told your mother, Phyllis?” she asked.
“N-no, Cousin Mary,” said Miss Phyllis.
I rose and stood with my back to the fire. Little Miss Phyllis took up her sock again, but a smile still played about the corners of her mouth.
“I wonder,” said I, looking up at the ceiling, “what happened at the door.” Then, as no one spoke, I added:
“Pooh! I know what happened at the door.”
“I’m not going to tell you anything more,” said Miss Phyllis.
“But I should like to hear it in your own—”
Miss Phyllis was gone! She had suddenly risen and run from the room!