"I've got a splendid idea for Friday, Beryl," he said after a time.
"Oh, what is it?" she asked eagerly.
"That's my secret," he said, "and I mean to keep it."
"But I told you my secret," said Beryl, in an injured tone.
"And I will tell you mine when the right time comes," returned Percy; "if only I can get well enough to hobble about a little on Friday, you shall see what I will do."
"Oh, do tell me now," urged Beryl.
But Percy shook his head, and would not be persuaded. Beryl had to go away with her curiosity unsatisfied, but yet she felt convinced that Percy was a much nicer boy than she had before imagined.
When Beryl told Coral how Percy had discovered their secret, and repeated what he had said, her little sister seemed very dismayed.
"Oh, Beryl!" she exclaimed. "He will do something dreadful, and spoil everything; I know he will. Oh, I wish he would not interfere."
"I don't think so," said Beryl decidedly. "I believe Percy means to be kind and help us. Indeed, I am rather glad now that he knows all about it."