And now _you're_ beginning to have secrets.

Emmy!' It was a cry of anguish.

The mention of tears had brought them to Emma's eyes, for they lurked very near the surface, and Jane had seen the firelight touch on a moist cheek.

For an instant she raised herself from the pillows.

Emma folded soft arms about her and pressed her cheek against the heat which consumed her sister's.
'Emmy, I must know,' wailed the sick girl.