"Come on, mother Sheridan!" she urged, and as the befuddled and confused lady obeyed, Sibyl left a trail of noisy exclamations: "Good gracious! Oh, I wouldn't--too bad! I didn't DREAM he was there! I wouldn't hurt his feelings! Not for the world! Of course he had to know SOME time! But, good heavens--" She heard his door close as she and Mrs.Sheridan reached the top of the stairs, and she glanced over her shoulder quickly, but Bibbs was not following; he had gone back into his room.
"He--he looked--oh, terrible bad!" stammered Mrs.Sheridan.

"I--I wish--" "Still, it's a good deal better he knows about it," said Sibyl.

"I shouldn't wonder it might turn out the very best thing could happened.
Come on!" And completing their descent to the library, the two made their appearance to Roscoe and his father.

Sibyl at once gave a full and truthful account of what had taken place, repeating her own remarks, and omitting only the fact that it was through her design that Bibbs had overheard them.
"But as I told mother Sheridan," she said, in conclusion, "it might turn out for the very best that he did hear--just that way.

Don't you think so, father Sheridan ?" He merely grunted in reply, and sat rubbing the thick hair on the top of his head with his left hand and looking at the fire.