'Have you?'
'No,' I replied, very hurt at the question; 'you don't think I would play the spy upon you!'
'Oh, I don't know,' she said, with a toss of her head; 'persons do strange things when they are in love.'
'You seem to know a great deal, Jessie.'
She appeared to be both pleased and discontented at this remark.
'When girls get together, Chris, they will talk; and Josey West and I don't sit in the corner, mumchance, with our mouths shut, as you sat to-night. Have you anything else to tell me?'
'Yes,' I said, 'and I wouldn't speak of it if I hadn't promised mother that I would do so. Yesterday she saw you riding in a cab with a gentleman.'
'That is quite true,' said Jessie simply, before I could proceed farther; 'but why didn't she speak to me about it?'
'Rather say, Jessie, why did you not speak to her. But mother is afraid that you mistrust her; she says that you avoid her when she has it in her mind to speak seriously to you.'
'She told you that?'