“Oh, is Phil hurt?” and she clasped her hands.
“No, nothing like that. What made you think something was up, Ruth?”
“Because your face told me. What is it?”
“Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t tell—just yet—that you haven’t your brooch.”
“Oh, Tom! Do you mean you think you can get it back?”
“I think so, but I’m not sure. But don’t say anything.”
“I won’t. Oh! I’m only too glad not to have to admit it, though I’m afraid it’s only postponing the fatal day. But what have you found?”
“I can’t tell you Ruth—just yet. I’ve got quite a problem to work out. Later on I may need your help.”
“Why, can’t some of the boys?—oh, I see, you’re keeping my secret for me. That’s fine of you!”