"And do you tell each other everything, after the manner of young ladies?"
"No-o," said Bluebell, reflectively; "not like the girls at school. You see Cecil is older than I, and cleverer, I suppose, and doesn't talk much nonsense."
"Did she ever speak of me?" asked Bertie.
"Hardly ever; the others have mentioned you often."
"Cecil is a very sensible girl," with a re-assured countenance; "and as you never talk nonsense, I suppose you won't mention the trivial fact of our having taken this walk?"
"Why in the world not?" opening her large violet eyes full upon him.
"'Speech is silver, but silence is golden,' you unsophisticated child," returned he, enigmatically.
Bluebell considered. "Why, of course, I shall tell Mrs. Rolleston what made me so late."
"But not if she doesn't ask you?"
"But why not? There is no harm in it," said the girl, persistently.