Just the suggestion of a pout showed itself on Dorothy’s lips.
“What a pretty mouth! And so you shall know.”
“You’re the best auntie!”
Two white arms went around Mrs. Calvert’s neck and the pouting face was wreathed in smiles.
“But not now,” concluded Aunt Betty.
“Oh!”
The disappointed tone made Aunt Betty smile, and she winked slyly at Jim, as she observed:
“Isn’t it wonderful what a lot of interest a simple little sentence will arouse?”
“I’ve never yet met a girl who wasn’t overburdened with curiosity—and I s’pose I never shall,” was Jim’s response. “It’s the way they’re built. Aunt Betty, and I reckon there’s no help for it. Not changing the subject, but how do I reach my room?”