"When you get back—when I get back from school, will you tell me?"
"What is the child getting at! Tell you what?"
"Everything."
"I don't know what you mean," fended Constance.
"Yes, you do. You know."
The older girl flushed a slow pink, then laughed. "You're a funny little monkey! Why should you want to know?"
"Well, I've got to go through it sometime, myself, haven't I?" reasoned the girl.
"Oh, have you! Well, you can find out then."
"I think you're mean. You'd tell Dee if she asked you."