"No reason!" echoed the young man. "I think I've a lot of them. Don't you remember what Trixy said about army officers?"
"Oh, to be sure!" Then Kate lapsed into silence.
"Trixy, dear," said Trif, before re-entering the shop, "I want you now to be very, very womanly. You mustn't say a word to Aunt Fee about the people we've just met."
"I understand, mamma dear. Say, when's Mr. Trewman and Aunt Fee goin' to be married?"
"Sh—h—h! Perhaps never. Who put such an idea into your mind?"
"Why, Bridget did—our servant, at home; but I thought of it before, 'cause they act just like the folks in the stories that you and Aunt Fee read out loud to each other sometimes."
Trif looked despairing—almost desperate. Her cautions must be intensified, so she continued.
"Remember, dear! Don't say a word about the Trewmans to Aunt Fee when we return to the shop. Don't mention them on the boat on the way back. Don't mention them in the hotel. Don't——"
"Oh, mamma!" interrupted Trixy. "What an awful lot of dont's! I wish I didn't ever see anythin', or hear anythin', or know anythin'."