“Why not, Fred? It isn’t best to make promises beforehand. Perhaps I ought to tell.”
“Ought to tell? I like that! Then I’ll keep it to myself, that’s all.”
“Now, Fred, I didn’t say I would tell. And, if it’s something perfectly right and proper, I won’t tell, of course.”
“Oh, it’s right and proper enough. Do you promise? Yes or no?”
“Yes, then,” said Flaxie, too anxious for Fred’s confidence, and too much honored by it to refuse, though she knew from past experience that he frequently held peculiar views as to “propriety.”
“Here, see this,” said he, taking a smooth block of wood from his pocket and whispering a word of explanation. “Won’t it be larks?”
She drew back with a nervous laugh. “Why, Fred!”
“And I didn’t know but you’d like to go with me, Flaxie, just for company.”
“But do you think it’s exactly proper? He’s a minister, you know.”
“Why that’s the very fun of it,—just because he is a minister! It’s the biggest thing that’ll be done to-morrow, see if it isn’t?”