"You know it isn't; I don't try to make puns."
"Have you put away yet, Miss Dignity?"
"Nearly. Now, John, have you guessed——?"
"Know everything," answered John, "just as well as I knew when I entered the room."
"How much is that?" asked Minnie.
"Everything," answered the boy. "Come, Minnie, my eyes ache with keeping shut so tight."
Minnie found it would be better to hurry her preparations than to answer the brother, who was for ever getting the best of her; so in a minute all was away, and John, with a sigh of profound relief, looked up.
Minnie left the room, and John walked to the comfortable fire and whistled.
It was not long, however, before a little step was heard on the stairs, and Minnie appeared again.
She was walking more slowly than usual, and her head was bent down, while her curls failed to hide the deep flush on her cheeks.