"Not in the first place."
"But where did you get your information?"
"Oh, I have my ways," she said, delighted, "and I keep my secrets too. Just remember if you'd taken my advice what you'd have made."
"It is astounding how right you've been," he said doubtfully.
"Listen, Bojo, this is absolutely correct. I know it. I can't tell you now—I promised—but if I could you wouldn't have the slightest doubt. Can't you trust me just this once? Don't you know that I'm working for you? Oh, it's such an opportunity for us both. Listen, if you won't do it, buy five hundred shares for me with my own money. Oh, how can I convince you!"
He looked away thoughtfully; tempted, convinced, suspecting the source of her information, but wishing to remain ignorant.
"You are determined to buy?" She nodded energetically. "What does your father say?"
She seized his idea, saving him the embarrassment of a direct suggestion.
"If Dad says yes, will that convince you? Wait." She thought a moment, pacing up and down, humming brightly to herself. Suddenly she turned, her eyes sparkling with the delight of her own machinations. "I'll tell you how I'll do it. Next week's my birthday. I'll ask him to give me the tip as a birthday present." She clapped her hands gleefully, adding: "I'll tell him it's for my trousseau. If he says all right you won't refuse."
"No, I won't."