"No, dear," she said. "I'm sure your uncle wouldn't let her."
"Will you turn early, kite early?" Racey begged.
"Yes, that I can promise you," she answered.
But I too had some last words.
"Miss Goldy-hair," I said, "you told me you wouldn't tell Uncle Geoff?"
"Not without your leave, dear, I said," she replied. "But don't you think it would be better to tell him? Won't you trust me to tell him?"
"But not Mrs. Partridge," I pleaded.
"No, I don't think we need tell Mrs. Partridge."
"Well, then I'll let you tell Uncle Geoff, and if he writes to mother that we're naughty you'll write too, won't you?"
"Wait till to-morrow and we'll talk it all over. Can't you trust me, Audrey?"