"Why, deary, no, of course not; I only told him that you—"
"Star, don't tell me that you have violated my confidence?"
"I will not say what I wrote, Edith, if your are not more attentive. I said that—"
"Star! Star!" said Edith, with tears glistening in her eyes; "do not tell me that you have broken your pledge; if you do, I shall never—no—go on; what did you tell him?"
"That you—that you are getting better very slowly, and that your father will take you to the mountains for the summer. I told him everything else, Edith, but that which you forbade me telling."
"You are very prudent, Star. Will he write again, do you suppose?"
"I wound up my letter with a P. S.: 'Don't forget to write!'"
"You bad girl! I suppose he will be coming to see you sometime?"
"Wish he would," said Star, hopefully, with a teasing expression in her face.
"Really, Star?"