"I can't, else I'll spoil a s'prise."
"What surprise?"
"I mustn't tell, else there won't be no s'prise."
"Oh, Trixy! Surprises are such stupid things! People usually find out all about them before they occur."
"Nobody'll find out this one, I guess, unless Harry—say, Aunt Fee, whereabouts is the post-office here?"
"All letters come to the hotel. What were you going to say about Harry? Harry who?"
"Why, don't you know? Then I can't tell, 'cause that's part of the s'prise."
"Trixy, tell me this instant!"
Trixy looked troubled for a moment; then she dashed out of the room, and Fenie, who had been dressing while she talked, could not follow. Trixy found her mother, who handed her a letter of such size that the retired Admiral, who was chatting with Trif, remarked:
"How large a letter for so small a lady to receive. I hope, Miss Trixy, that you haven't a love affair on your mind?"