“Is that all you know about it?”
“That’s all now, Mose,” laughed the girl, with a wink. “Isn’t that enough?”
Flood nodded.
“Quite enough,” said he oddly. “Belle, dear, keep this to yourself till I give you permission to open your lips about it, will you?”
The girl colored deeply when thus addressed, and slipped her hand into his.
“Sure thing,” she answered fondly. “You know I’d do anything for you, Mose.”
“Do this, then, will you?”
“Trust me.”
“Not one word about it.”
“I’m as dumb as an oyster—for your sake, mind you!”