"Tell me."
"Want to know?"
"Yes."
"Badly?"
"It's not true, of course! But I'd like to know."
Cynthia's eyes danced. She could be grave enough otherwise, but her eyes and her dimples could never be kept in order.
"Tell about the tarradiddle first, and I will."
But to Louise a lie was a lie and no joking matter. She fidgeted.
"If you must know——"
"I must."