“Yes, and Polly will help; won't you?”
“I'd rather not have anything to do with it; but I'll be quiet, and not do any harm.”
“Why won't you?” asked Tom, curiously.
“Because it seems like deceiving.”
“Well, papa need n't be so fussy,” said Fan, petulantly.
“After hearing about that Carrie, and the rest, I don't wonder he is fussy. Why don't you tell right out, and not do it any more, if he don't want you to?” said Polly, persuasively.
“Do you go and tell your father and mother everything right out?”
“Yes, I do; and it saves ever so much trouble.”
“Ain't you afraid of them?”
“Of course I'm not. It's hard to tell sometimes; but it's so comfortable when it's over.”