I can make fudge too, real American fudge, the most aristocratic thing on the market.

It's a secret, of course, but I'll let you into it, if you'll promise not to tell." "How do you know I can keep a secret ?" laughed Dot, leading the way to the kitchen.
"You would keep a promise," he said with conviction.
"If I made one," she threw back.
"I would trust you without," he declared.
"Very rash of you! I wonder if you are as trustworthy as that." "My word is my bond--always," said Bertie.
She turned and looked at him critically.

"Yes, I think it is," she admitted.

"You are quite the honestest boy I ever met.

They ought to have called you George Washington." "You may if you like," said Bertie.
She laughed--her own inexpressibly gay laugh.