"And who will that be, papa?" said Emily.
"Not Jacques," replied Henry, though he was not asked; "I am sure it will not be Jacques."
"Wherefore, Henry?" said Mr. Fairchild.
"Because he is a boy," replied Henry, "and boys never tell secrets."
"And are never imprudent!" answered Mr. Fairchild, smiling; "that is something new to me; but in this case I do not think it will be Jacques who will tell this secret."
"Not Ella, papa?" asked Lucy.
"I am sure it will not be Ella," added Lucy; "it must be between Meeta and little Margot."
"Probably," said Mr. Fairchild; "and I have a notion which of the two it will be; and I shall whisper my suspicions to Henry; as he, being a boy, will be sure to keep my secret till the truth comes out of itself. Of course he might be trusted with a thing much more important than this."
Mr. Fairchild then whispered either the name of Meeta or Margot to Henry; at any rate, he whispered a name beginning with an "M," and Henry looked not a little set up in having been thus chosen as his father's confidant.
When every one of the children were satisfied, they placed the cup and the fragments in the basket, and then they all settled themselves in readiness for the rest of the story.