"You said that before," cried Pen, irritably. He turned his eyes upon her, and she saw them full of strange intelligence.
"Oh, what is it?" she asked, in alarm.
Bob shook his head.
"You've told me who it is," he said.
"I haven't."
"You have," said Bob. "Pen, you're a wonder! I say, are all girls like you?"
Penelope said she didn't know, and demanded his meaning.
"If they are, they're interesting but trying," said Bob. "You couldn't have made more fuss about it if it had been Bunting. Pen, you are a wonder. Well, I don't mind; I like him well enough. He's all right. I hope Bill will like him."
"You are an annoying, irritating boy," said Pen, crossly. "And you know nothing."
"Bar him and Miss Mackarness and Timothy and Smith, I'm the only one that does," said Bob, drily. "I know you, Pen. You were ashamed of him, after all you used to say. All right, don't get angry. I'm all right. I'll keep it dark till you say pull up the blinds. It's not my business. But I'm glad I know. For granny doesn't, and no one has guessed, not even Baker. And he's had great experience with girls in all parts of the world, just as he has had with dogs."