“You were talking to yourself as you came up to me,” he said. “Is that a habit of yours?”
“Yes, but I am heartily ashamed of it,” blushing.
“I wish I could hear you sometimes when alone. I should like to know some of your secret thoughts, Little Sweetheart.”
“For instance?” she asked, encouragingly.
“How do you like Verelands?”
“It is the most charming home in the world.”
“And its master?”
The swift color rushed to her cheek, but she answered, simply and gravely:
“My best friend!”
“And something else that perhaps you have never guessed, Sweetheart.”