“Haven’t I just—such a big one!”
“I wonder now, if I could guess it,” said Mrs. Ives in a thoughtful voice.
Piers clapped his hands.
“What fun if you did,” he cried. “Nurse wouldn’t mind if you guessed it—that wouldn’t be me telling.”
“Of course it wouldn’t. Well, now, let me see; you are high born?”
Piers nodded. “Good, good,” he exclaimed.
“And rich?”
“Good again,” said Piers.
“If I was to see that house where you lived I could tell a lot more. Showing me the house isn’t letting out the secret.”
“Isn’t it? Perhaps not. I’d like to show you the house very much indeed.”