Marjorie stood still; Eric departed. The following words fell on Marjorie's ears:
"It's all very well to talk, Susy, but I'm quite sick of you and your mysteries, and I will know what you're hiding under your apron."
"I can't tell you, mother. It's a secret between Miss Ermengarde and me."
"Well, show it to me, anyhow. I don't mind your talking to miss, though the family make such a fuss about it. If it's anything she gave you, you might as well show it to your mother, Susy."
"Yes, she did give it to me; she gave it to me yesterday."
"Well, show it to me."
"No, no; that I won't."
"What is it? you might tell me that."
Marjorie distinctly heard Susy's pleased childish laugh.
"Oh, you'll never guess," she said; "it is so pretty—all sorts of color, blue and pink and white, and—and——But you shan't see, that you shan't."