“Didn’t he ever tell you about it, then?—or your mother?”
Seppi shook his head.
“I’ve never heard anything about it.”
“Then what did you mean about going away?”
The children looked into each other’s eyes, and Squib felt a sudden stab of pain somewhere which he did not understand.
“Tell me what you meant,” said Seppi after a pause. “Why did you think I was going away? And what do you mean about a hotel?”
Squib looked eager, yet doubtful.
“I’m not quite sure if I ought to tell. If I do, it must be a great secret, Seppi.”
“Oh, I won’t tell; but I should like to know. It would be something to think about when I am thinking of them all. Will you please tell me, little Herr?”
“Do you know what a hotel is, Seppi?”