She hugged her aunt, almost imploringly.
"Elly," said her mother, "I cannot permit you to have any secrets."
She sat down as though most deeply grieved and very tired.
"Well, Elly," said Bertha, filled with a vague fear, "if I were to beg you—"
"But you mustn't laugh at me, Aunt."
"Certainly not."
"Well, you see, Aunt, I was so frightened when you were away in Vienna that last time—I know very well it is silly—but it is because … because of the number of carriages in the streets."
Bertha drew a deep breath as of relief, and stroked Elly's cheeks.
"I will be sure to take great care. You can be quite easy in your mind."
Her sister-in-law shook her head.