“Have you known all the time?” he demanded.
Trix shook her head, laughter dancing in her eyes. It found its way to her lips.
“Oh, you looked so surprised,” she gurgled. “I hadn’t the tiniest bit of an idea. How could I? I was never so flummuxed in all my life as when I realized who was talking to me.”
Doctor Hilary was silent.
Trix put her hand on his arm, half timidly.
“Don’t be angry,” she said. “He wasn’t. And I’ve promised faithfully not to tell.”
Doctor Hilary glanced down at the hand on his arm.
“I’m not angry,” he said with a queer smile, “I’m only—” He stopped.
“Flummuxed, like I was,” nodded Trix, removing her hand. “It’s quite the amazingest thing I ever knew.” She gave another little gurgle of laughter, looking up at the very blue sky as if inviting it to share her pleasure.
“How much did he tell you?” asked Doctor Hilary.