“Begin——?”
“Tell me what you know about me.”
“Oh! To be sure. Well, let me see. In the first place, your name is Laura Devereux. I am right?”
She smiled mockingly.
“I haven’t agreed to tell you that.”
“Oh! But I know I am. I haven’t asked any questions, for that would have been taking an unfair advantage, I fancy. But I happened to overhear yesterday afternoon at the Inn that a family by the name of Devereux had taken The Larches. And, as I have been in Riverdell before, I know where The Larches is—are—. Would you say is or are?”
“I am only a listener.”
“Then I shall say am, to be on the safe side; I know where The Larches am. You are living at The Larches.”
“No, I—I am merely staying there.”
“For the summer; exactly. That’s what I meant. When you are at home you live in Boston. I won’t tell you how I discovered that, but it was quite fairly.”