Johnny and I made a compact not to speak of it and I forgot.

My aunt is fussy." "Where were you ?" demanded Philip abruptly.
"By the tree.

It--it grazed my hair--" Philip's face grew suddenly as changeless as the white moonlight in the forest.
"Accidental knives and bullets in Arcadia!" said he at length.

"It jars a bit." "I do hope," said Diane with definite disapproval, "that you're not going to fuss.

I didn't.