“Can’t you say it out loud?” inquired Grandmother mildly. “It isn’t polite to whisper, Susan.”
“I only wanted to ask if I might pack a lunch in my little basket for us,” said Susan. “It isn’t a secret. I just as lief have Miss Liza hear.”
Susan reappeared in a moment, basket in hand, carrying Snowball and Flip.
“Let me see what you took, Susan,” said Grandmother.
In the basket were two molasses peppermints and two lumps of sugar. “Just enough for Gentilla and me,” said Susan contentedly. “Phil has gone to Green Valley with his mother.”
Down the lane they started, Gentilla carrying Snowball, Susan with Flip and the basket of lunch.
“There is no use looking in there to-day,” announced Susan, waving her hand toward the office. “Grandfather has gone fishing, and Snuff has gone with him. This is good weather for fishing. Grandfather said so, and he knows everything.”
“Everything,” echoed Gentilla loyally.
“Yes, he does,” Susan chattered on. “When I was little, I used to wonder why he wasn’t a king. There are always plenty of kings in fairy stories, but there don’t seem to be any round here. Did you ever see a king?”
Gentilla shook her head solemnly, but Susan was not looking at her.