"The skys are all right," says he, with an upward glance at them through the window. "And—you hadn't another uncle, had you?"
"Oh, Freddy," says she, very justly disgusted.
"Well, my good child, what then? I'm all curiosity."
"Guess," says she, too happy to be able to give him the round scolding he deserves.
"Oh! if it's a riddle," says he, "you might remember I am only a little one, and unequal to the great things of life."
"Ah! but, Freddy, I've something delicious to tell you. There sit down there, you look quite queer, while I——"
"No wonder I do," says he, at last rather wrathfully. "To judge by your wild gesticulations at the window just now, any one might have imagined that the house was on fire and a hostile race tearing en masse into the back yard. And now—why, it appears you are quite pleased about something or other. Really such disappointments are enough to age any man—or make him look 'queer,' that was the word you used, I think?"
"Listen," says she, seating herself beside him, and flipping her arm around his neck. "Joyce is going to marry Felix—after all. There!" Still with her arm holding him, she leans back a little to mark the effect of this astonishing disclosure.