“You,” exclaimed the little girl, her eyes dilating to their full size.
“Ay, me!”
“You’re jesting, Corrie.”
“Am I? I wish I was; but it’s a fact.”
“But where are you going to?” said Alice, her eyes filling with tears.
“I don’t know.”
“Corrie!”
“I tell you, I don’t know; and if I did know, I couldn’t tell. Listen, Alice, I will tell you as much as I am permitted to let out.”
The boy became extremely solemn at this point, took the little girl’s hand, and gazed into her face as he spoke.
“You must know,” he began, “that Henry and his mother and I go away to-night—”