Cathy stopped pawing in the drawer. "So you are hiding something up here. I knew it. I knew it."
Too late Jerry realized he had said too much. He had made Cathy more suspicious of him than ever.
Cathy picked the stuff up off the floor—it was mostly cloth saved for mending and for rags—and crammed it in the drawer, shutting it crookedly. She blinked her blue eyes at Jerry. "Tell me what you're hiding up here. Cross my heart I won't tell on you."
It irritated Jerry to have Cathy blink her eyes at him.
"Whatever gave you the idea I was hiding anything up here or anywhere?"
"I'd tell you if I had something to hide."
"Yeah! You would not."