JOY. Let's tell Uncle Tom, Mother, and go away.
MRS. GWYN. Tell Uncle—Tom—what?
JOY. [Looking down and almost whispering.] About—about—the mine.
MRS. GWYN. What about the mine? What do you mean? [Fiercely.]
Have you been spying on me?
JOY. [Shrinking.] No! oh, no!
MRS. GWYN. Where were you?
JOY. [Just above her breath.] I—I heard something.
MRS. GWYN. [Bitterly.] But you were not spying?
JOY. I was n't—I wasn't! I didn't want—to hear. I only heard a little. I couldn't help listening, Mother.
MRS. GWYN. [With a little laugh.] Couldn't help listening?