"Fanny, dear," she said, "there's something that I will tell you, something that I haven't told to a soul in the whole world." Fanny was all smiles and attention in an instant, and warmly squeezed Barbara's hand.
"I knew you would," she exclaimed.
"Mr. Flint—" Barbara began, but Fanny interrupted her.
"The minister?"
"No, the other Mr. Flint."
"Oh."
"Mr. Flint—"
"Why don't you call him Will, or Billy?"
Barbara did not choose to answer that question. A Mr. persistently used, is often a good sign—for the young man.