"Oh."
"Well, tell me."
Tommy wriggled.
"Are you going there?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, you'd better not. Launcelot won't like it."
"Oh, Launcelot, Launcelot." Judy's voice was scornful. "I don't care what Launcelot likes, Tommy Tolliver."
"Oh, don't you?" cried Tommy, brightening. "Well, then—"
But he stopped suddenly. "No, I can't tell you," he said, miserably.
"Why not?"