Mrs. Sterling reached to the bureau for the big box and handed it to Ann. “The girls were quite conservative, I should say,” she replied, “but how you can eat anything after that dinner I can’t see.”
“That was hours ago, Mother! Besides we had no candy for dinner. I love your selection. I will now eat a big fat chocolate with a nut on it, and—yes,—that green bon-bon looks good,—and a yellow one. Please have one with me, Mother.”
Mrs. Sterling shook her head. “No thank you, daughter. I’ll wait a while.”
“It is never safe to wait about candy. But if this goes, we’ll make you some fudge. There is always that possibility, you know.”
“How glad I am to know that. I shall be saved from starvation at least.”
“Now, Mother!”
Ann would not tell her mother, she thought, about the gossip which she had heard at her grandmother’s. She had been half tempted to do so when they were talking about Maurice, but this was not the time.