"I don't know exactly," said Winnie; "Rosie always talks to him best."
"I hate talking civilly to him," remarked Murtagh, meditatively.
"Let Rosie do it," suggested Bobbo.
"I don't suppose she will," returned Murtagh, with a glance towards the girls' room where Rosie had remained. "Besides—"
"She may just as well be of some use," said Winnie. "It's all because of her that we have to do it in such a hurry." Then raising her voice, she called—"Rosie!"
"Well?" returned Rosie from the bedroom.
Winnie waited for Rosie to come, but seeing that she did not, she called again—"Look here!"
"Well, what do you want?" returned Rosie, without moving.
"Come out here. We can't go shouting secrets all over the house."
"I don't want to have any secrets," replied Rosie.