“Yes, there is. Don't ask me what it is. Just talk it over with Annie, and see if she won't go with you up to Lizzie's.”
Mrs. Fargo threw a glance at her husband, hesitated, then went up to Annie's room.
“Let me in, dear.” Annie obeyed. “I want you to put on your things and go out with me.”
“Not to Aunt Lizzie's?”
“Yes. Your father thinks—”
“Has he been talking to father, then?”
“Your father and I have been talking it over. He hasn't told me just why he asks it—”
“But I know.”
“Oh, do you?” There was a note of burning curiosity in these three words.
“Yes, I do. And I don't believe a word of it.”