“Why, of course, Olly,” was the prompt reply. “Did I ever let out anything I shouldn’t?”
“Well, then, I’m going away.”
“Going away? Where?”
“To California.”
“Phew! you don’t mean it!”
“Yes, I do. I’m going to start to-morrow morning first thing. I thought I’d tell you and say good-by.”
“Does your father know?”
“No. Only Mrs. Hanson, and now you.”
“What are you going for? just to run away? I thought you said your father didn’t touch you for the trouble we got into.”
“Neither did he. I’m going on business. Come, let us sit under that tree, and I’ll tell you all about it.”