"No, my dear, thank you," she said.

"I think I like best to read myself what I have written myself.

And you, according to that, will have your turn soon, Laura." "_Mother!_ how did you find out what I was doing ?" exclaimed aunty.
"A little bird told me, of course," said grandmother, smiling.

"You know how clever my little birds are." During this mysterious conversation the children had sat with wide open eyes and puzzled faces.

Suddenly a light broke upon Sylvia.
"I know, I know," she cried.