"What are you two whispering about?" inquired Polly.
"Oh, nothing," answered Ned airily.
"Ned Turner, don't tell fibs," said Polly severely. "There's something going on that we don't know about, Mae. Mama's in on it, too. I can tell. She can no more hide a secret than she can fly. And I don't think," ended Polly with deep pathos, "that it's very nice of you to have a secret from Mae and me."
Ned looked concerned and apologetic. He viewed Laurie inquiringly. "Shall we tell them?" he asked. Laurie shrugged.
"I don't care," he answered moodily.
"Oh, of course, if you don't want us to know," began Polly very haughtily. Laurie managed a most winning smile.
"Of course I do," he assured her. "I—I was going to tell you, anyhow."
Polly didn't look wholly convinced, but, "Well?" she said. "Go on and tell, then." Laurie waved toward Ned.
"Let him do it," he said.
So Ned confessed about the telegram to Mr. Goupil, taking rather more credit to himself than,
