I--I want to forget it.

Truly I do." "But I want to know so _I_ can forget it," persisted Bertram.

"What is it?
Maybe I could help." She shook her head with a little frightened cry.
"No, no--you can't help--really." "But, sweetheart, you don't know.

Perhaps I could.

Won't you _tell_ me about it ?" Billy looked distressed.
"I can't, dear--truly.