"Does lovely nights always make you so dreadful quiet?"
"Am I quiet? I was thinking about something. There! I shall stop thinking about it. But, Trixy dear, how did you and Lieutenant Prewser come to talk about—about such things?"
"What things?"
"Don't you remember what you said to Lieutenant Jermyn and me?"
"No—o—o," drawled Trixy, whose mind had roamed over several other subjects in the past quarter hour. "What was it?"
"Oh, never mind it," said Kate hastily, "if you don't recall it."
"Oh, yes; it was about match-makin', wasn't it?"
"Yes," Kate answered, so savagely that the child started. "Did you ask your mother about it?"
"No. I was goin' to, but they all was talkin' about somethin' else, so I didn't get a chance."
"Then don't. There are some things about which little girls shouldn't talk, and about which their mammas don't like them to talk, and this is one of them; so don't mention it to your mother at all. Do you understand me?"