"Nor anybody else?"

"No; course not. _Whobody_ else could I? O, 'cept Phibby. There, now,
what's the name of it."

"The name of it is--a secret, and the secret is this--Sure you won't
tell any single body, Topknot?"

"No; I said, _whobody_ could I tell? O, 'cept Tinka! There now!"

"Well, the secret is this," said Horace, laying his forefingers
together, and speaking very slowly, in order to prolong the immense
delight he felt in watching the little one's eager face. "You know
you've got an aunt Madge?"

"Yes; so've you, too."

"And she lives in the city of New York."

"Does she? When'd she go?"

"Why, she has always lived there; ever since she was married."

"O, yes; and uncle Gustus was married, too; they was both married. Is
that all?"

"And she thinks you and I are 'cute chicks, and wants us to go and see
her."

"Well, course she does; I knew that before," said Fly, turning away with