"I've unearthed Aunt Ursula's diary!" he exclaimed.
"Not exactly, but old Hughes wouldn't let me rummage around in the desk much, so I took a chance when he was out of the way, and it was in an upper drawer. Come on, let's go and read it."
"Why? Now?"
"Yes. Look here, Iris, you want to trust me in this thing. You want to let me take care of you."
"Thank you, Win—I'm glad to have you——" but Iris spoke constrainedly, "By the way, Miss Darrel is here."
"Who's she? Oh, that cousin of Aunt Ursula's?"
"Not really her cousin, but a relative of Mr. Pell's. I never knew her, did you?"
"No; what's she like?"
"Oh, she's lovely. Kind and capable, but rather dictatorial, or, at least, decided."