"Of Miss Adams," said the little girl.
"Nurse said she was talking to you ever so long," said Fred; "what was she saying?"
"I don't think she meant me to talk about it," said Bessie; "she didn't want nurse to hear, and so I shall only tell mamma and Maggie. You know I must tell mamma everything, and I couldn't help telling my own Maggie."
"She is a queer dick," said Fred, "pulling your hair, and tormenting you out of your life one time, and telling you secrets another. The idea of a grown woman telling secrets to a little snip like you!"
"No snip about it!" said Maggie; "and if I was everybody, I'd tell Bessie every one of my secrets."
"That's right, Maggie. You always stand up for Bessie and fight her battles; don't you?"
"But, Bessie," said Harry, "did Miss Adams tell you you mustn't repeat what she said?"
"No," said Bessie.
"Then there's no harm in telling."
"Oh, Harry!" said Fred. "If Bessie knows Miss Adams don't want her to talk about it, she ought not to tell any more than if she had promised; ought she, father?"