“What has Jim been doing that’s any queerer than usual?” inquired Ellen, with some asperity.
Fanny hesitated.
“You won’t tell?”
“Of course not, if it’s a secret.”
“Cross your heart an’ hope t’ die?” quoted Fanny from their childhood days.
Ellen giggled.
“Cross m’ heart an’ hope t’ die,” she repeated.
“Well, Jim’s been off on some sort of a trip,” said Fanny.
“I don’t see anything so very queer about that.”
“Wait till I tell you— You must be sure and not breathe a word, even to your mother; you won’t, will you?”