“Well, dinner's waiting, now.”
Grandpa was staying down town and Pete was over at the Curriers', so there were only grandma and Missy at the table. Missy tried to attend to grandma's chatter and make the right answers in the right places. But her mind kept wandering; and once grandma caught her whispering.
“What is the matter with you, Missy? What are you whispering about?”
Guiltily Missy clapped her hand to her mouth.
“Oh! was I whispering?”
“Yes.”
“I guess it was just a piece I'm learning.”
“What piece?”
“I—I—it's going to be a surprise.”
“Oh, another surprise? Well, that'll be nice,” said grandma.