“Can you tell me exactly what you mean? Are you in the dark about anything?”
“About everything,” she exclaimed with such energy that his only reply was a laugh.
“Just now I mean one special thing that I cannot tell you about.”
“O, Judith, are you growing up to have secrets?” he groaned.
“I am growing up with secrets. Aunt Rody used to exasperate me by telling me I would ‘outgrow’ something, when all the time I knew I was growing into something.”
“Growing into a new thing is the best way to outgrow an old thing.”
“Then I am satisfied about something.”
Roger wished that he could be—about something.
“I wish I could tell you. But I don’t know why I shouldn’t. I’m afraid Marion doesn’t care for Mr. King, and I want her to so much.”
In the twilight she could not see the illumination in the face across the room on the lounge.