“Well,” said I, “are you going to vote to-morrow?”
His face broadened with a beaming smile.
“I am that,” said he.
“Who are you going to vote for?” I asked.
A cunning look crept into his little twinkling eyes, and he said—
“Ah—that’s telling.”
I admitted that there was that to it and asked him to tell me.
He shook his head.
“I keeps that to myself,” said he. “We’re not supposed to tell who we vote for. All they votes is counted secret.”
“Do you mean to say you don’t tell anybody?” I asked.