Eddy was up and out with a whoop.
“Are you expecting a letter, honey?” asked Charlotte of her sister.
Ina laughed evasively. “I thought Eddy would like to go,” said she.
“Now, Ina, I know whom you are expecting a letter from; you can't cheat me.”
Ina laughed rather foolishly; her face was pink.
Charlotte continued to regard her with a curious expression. It was at once sad, awed, and withal confused, in sympathy with the other girl. “Ina,” said she.
“Well, honey?”
“I think you ought to tell me, your own sister, if you are—”
“What—”
“Ina, I really think—”