Fortunately Beth came up to us, and I didn’t have to explain.
“Oh!” she said with a shudder. “I’ll never go near that awful place! I’d rather see a perfectly good ghost, or a loon, or a lunatic any day than a mouse.”
“You’re surely not afraid of a mouse!” exclaimed Rob.
“Why not?” she asked coolly as she walked on.
“I told you she was feminine,” I reminded him.
He shook his head.
“I can’t understand,” he remarked, “why a girl who is afraid of mice should be––”
“You don’t understand anything about women,” I interrupted.
“You’re right, Lucien. I don’t, but your sister is surely the greatest enigma of them all.”