"Oh, no. He doesn't know I know. He'd be furious if he did, I expect."
"Who told you? Does any one else know?"
"Nobody told me. One other person knows," giggled Barbara, jumping up and down in her petticoat.
"Keep still, you'll have the candle over. Who's the other person who knows?"
"Guess."
"Oh, I can't; don't be so silly. I am not going to ask you any more."
"Well," said Barbara in a great hurry, "it's Marie Munroe, then; it's about her."
"What about her? She didn't take any notice of any one except Cedric, and I think it was very rude and stupid of her."
"It was Cedric's doing much more than hers," Barbara said shrewdly. "I think he thinks he is in love with her. I saw them in the shrubbery when we were playing hide-and-seek; and—what do you think, Alex?"
"Well, what?"