Fox shook his head gravely. "I don't know, Sally. The idea strikes me as a good one; a good one for you. I think I should go rather slow about Charlie."
"Well—" Sally turned. "It is a secret, you know, Fox."
"Between you and me, Sally," Fox returned gently.
Sally returned to her contemplation of the woods. She seemed to note something.
"I believe," she said suddenly, "that those trees are good to climb."
"Why," said Fox, smiling, "I believe they are."
"Will you—" Sally began brightly; then she seemed to change her mind and she changed her question accordingly.
"Won't you keep this house open? It is a pity not to."
"Keep the house open?" Fox repeated, puzzled.
"Why, yes," she replied. "Don't you remember that you said—or intimated—that you were going to get married?"