“That was nice,” said Maria.
“We went to Wayland. The sleighing is lovely.”
“I thought it looked so,” said Maria.
“It is. Say, Maria!”
“Well?”
“He said things to me this afternoon that sounded as if he did mean them. He did, really.”
“Did he?”
“Do you want me to tell you?” asked Lily, eying Maria happily and yet a little timidly.
Maria straightened herself. “If you want to know what I really think, Lily,” she said, “I think no girl should repeat anything a man says to her, if she does think he really means it. I think it is between the two. I think it should be held sacred. I think the girl cheapens it by repeating it, and I don't think it is fair to the man. I don't care to hear what Mr. Ramsey said, if you want the truth, Lily.”
Lily looked abashed. “I dare say you are right, Maria,” she said, meekly. “I won't repeat anything he said if you don't think I ought, and don't want to hear it.”