"But I don't need to ask—you do it all beforehand," asserted the boy, "you and Mr. Jack, and everybody."
"Really? That's good." For a brief moment Miss Holbrook hesitated; then, as if casually, she asked: "And he tells you stories, too, I suppose,—this Mr. Jack,—just as he used to, doesn't he?"
"Well, he never did tell me but one, you know, before; but he's told me more now, since I've been sick."
"Oh, yes, I remember, and that one was 'The Princess and the Pauper,' wasn't it? Well, has he told you any more—like—that?"
The boy shook his head with decision.
"No, he doesn't tell me any more like that, and—and I don't want him to, either."
Miss Holbrook laughed a little oddly.
"Why, David, what is the matter with that?" she queried.
"The ending; it wasn't nice, you know."
"Oh, yes, I—I remember."