“What glory?”
“Nobody’s ever yet got there.”
“Why should anybody? Lots of nicer places.”
“A great many people have tried. A good many have died trying—”
“Well, that’s a good reason for not bothering about it any more.”
“Oh, you’re just like—” But filial respect restrained Miss Mar. “I agree with Mr. Galbraith. He thinks there’s nothing in the world half so interesting to do.”
“He must be silly.”
“No, he isn’t! He’s splendid—” But Hildegarde snapped the locket to, and hid it under her best handkerchiefs.
The following Saturday, when Bella asked again to see the locket, Miss Mar declined to bring it out. Bella begged in vain. She discovered that her big, gentle friend could be immovable.
To Hildegarde’s dismay, Bella presently dissolved in tears. “Then may I s-see the work of g-genius?”