She determined to face the suspicion squarely; the truth under some conditions is better than a lie.
"Yes," she replied, with an assumed humility and with a tone as if she had been detected in a fault and wanted to make a clean breast of it.
"Yes--now that you have guessed it--it IS Max." "Don't you think it would be better to see him here instead of at the hotel ?" exclaimed Jane, her eyes still boring into Lucy's.
"Perhaps"-- the answer came in a helpless way--"but that won't do much good.

I want to keep my promise to him if I can." "What was your promise ?" Jane's eyes lost their searching look for an instant, but the tone of suspicion still vibrated.
Lucy hesitated and began playing with the trimming on her dress.
"Well, to tell you the truth, dear, a few days ago in a burst of generosity I got myself into something of a scrape.

Max wants his sister Sue to spend the summer with him, and I very foolishly promised to chaperon her.

She is delighted over the prospect, for she must have somebody, and I haven't the heart to disappoint her.

Max has been so kind to me that I hate now to tell him I can't go.