"Well," I remarked, "you have nothing to fear, you know."
"Father," he said, doggedly, "it's about—it's about—"
"Yes?" I encouraged him.
"It's about this trip."
"This trip?"
"Yes. It's about—father, you'll tell her—"
"Tell her?" I repeated.
"Yes. You tell her."
"Tell whom? Tell what?"
"Why, Aunt Letty."