"We promised not to," says Jane.

"You're a fine pair of promisers!" says I. "I expect you hold secrets
like a wire basket holds water."

"We never said a word, did we, Peggy?" demands Jane.

"Nope!" says Peggy. "Maybe he's the one Vee's aunty doesn't like."

"Are you?" says Jane, clawin' my shoulder excited.

"How utterly thrillin'!" says I. "Say, you're gettin' me all tittered
up. Think it's me Aunty has the war club out for, do you?"

"It's someone with hair just like yours, anyway," says Peggy.

"Think of that!" says I. "Does red hair throw Aunty into convulsions,
or what?"

"Aunt Marjorie says it's because you--that is, because the one she
meant isn't anybody," says Jane. "He's poor, and all that. Are you
poor?"

"Me?" says I. "Why--say, what is this you're tryin' to pull off on me,
impeachment proceedings? Come now, don't you guess your Aunt
Marjorie'll be wantin' you?"

"No," says Peggy. "She told us for goodness sake to run off and be
quiet."