There was a saffron cake in the hamper.

Fanny's own, too.

Why," with sudden recollection, "I haven't had a good talk with Fanny yet.

Aunt Pike was about all the time, and dried up the words in my throat.

I'm going down to see her this very moment as ever is." And that moment he went.
The other three followed swiftly but silently, for Anna was at home and in her bedroom, resting, preparatory to going to a party that evening-- the break-up party at Hillside--at least she was supposed to be resting.
Her sharp ears, though, were ever on the alert, and if she guessed what was going on, she would come out and spoil everything.