I didn't ask any questions.

This morning, at breakfast, she told us everything that happened, all about Quade--and your trouble.

She told us about Quade looking in at the window, and she was so nervous thinking something might have happened to you last night that the poor dear couldn't even drink her coffee until Jack and Bruce went out to hunt for you.

But I don't think that was why she cried!" "I wish it had been," said Aldous.

"It makes me happy to think she was worried about--me." "Good Lord!" gasped Mrs.Otto.
He looked for a moment into the slow-growing amazement and understanding in her kind eyes.
"You will keep my little secret, won't you, Mrs.Otto ?" he asked.