And of course, I asked what was—and then I knew, almost before he had told me.
"That I first saw your mother, my dear."
"Oh, yes, I know!" I cried, eager to tell him that I did know. "And she must have looked lovely in that perfectly beautiful blue silk dress all silver lace."
He turned and stared at me.
"How did you know that?" he demanded.
"I saw it."
"You saw it!"
"Yesterday, yes—the dress," I nodded.
"But how could you?" he asked, frowning, and looking so surprised.
"Why, that dress must be—seventeen years old, or more."
I nodded again, and I suppose I did look pleased: it's such fun to have a secret, you know, and watch folks guess and wonder. And I kept him guessing and wondering for quite a while. Then, of course, I told him that it was upstairs in Grandfather's trunk-room; that Mother had got it out, and I saw it.