"Ah! that's the very thing," said Nancy. "What have I got, sure enough?"
"Well, I can't tell through your apron," said Ellen, smiling.
"And I can't tell either that's more, ain't it? Now listen, and I'll tell you where I got it, and then you may find out what it is, for I don't know. Promise you won't tell anybody."
"I don't like to promise that, Nancy."
"Why?"
"Because it might be something I ought to tell somebody about."
"But it ain't."
"If it isn't I won't tell. Can't you leave it so?"
"But what a plague! Here I have gone and done all this just for you, and now you must go and make a fuss. What hurt would it do you to promise? it's nobody's business but yours and mine, and somebody else's that won't make any talk about it, I promise you."
"I won't speak of it, certainly, Nancy, unless I think I ought; can't you trust me?"