“It’s too bad you and Maud can’t go out,” remarked Paul, regarding Daisy sympathetically, as Dulcie and Molly went to the closet for their ulsters and rubber boots. “Don’t you suppose Grandma would let you if you teased?”
“No indeed she wouldn’t,” laughed Daisy. “You don’t know Grandma very well if you think that. But we don’t mind staying in the house, do we, Maud?”
“Not a bit,” said Maud, looking important and mysterious. “We’re going to do something very interesting while you’re out.”
“What are you going to do?” inquired Paul, curiously.
“I can’t tell; it’s a secret. It was my secret first, but we all know it now.”
“I think you might tell me,” said Paul, beginning to look offended. “It isn’t polite to have secrets from your company.”
Maud looked troubled, but Daisy hastened to intervene.
“Girls have lots of secrets they don’t tell boys,” she said, pleasantly. “If you and some other boys had a secret, you wouldn’t tell us, you know you wouldn’t.”
“Maybe I would, and maybe I wouldn’t. The trouble about telling girls things is they never can keep them to themselves.”
“How about boys keeping things to themselves?” asked Daisy, at which seemingly innocent question Paul grew suddenly red, and no more was said on the subject of secrets.