“You said you were not going to pretend to me. Tell me the real reason.”
“I can’t.”
“In other words, that is the secret of your mysterious trip to the city.”
“Yes, that’s my secret.”
“My dear old Uncle!” she cried. “I know your secret! You sold your boat to get money with which to pay Father. You’ve sold your one little luxury to pay a debt you can never pay.”
“You’re mistook. I can pay your father every cent I got from him to overhaul my place.”
“But that isn’t all!”
“It ain’t all?”
“I thought I could tell you all about it, but I can’t!”