I turned away from the instrument to go down stairs again, and there, immediately behind me, stood momma.
"Well, really!" I exclaimed.

It did not occur to me that the privacy of telephonic communication between Chicago and New York was not inviolable.

Besides, there are moments when one feels a little annoyed with one's momma for having so lightly undertaken one's existence.

This was one of them.

But I decided not to express it.
"I was only going to say," I remarked, "that if I had shrieked it would have been your fault." "I knew everything," said momma, "the minute I heard him shut the gate.
I came up immediately, and all this time, dear, you've been confiding in us both.