In a way it's another's secret, and I don't feel that I have the right to tell it.

It's just something that I learned this afternoon." "But it has made you cry!" "Yes.

It made me feel very unhappy." "Then--it was something you couldn't help ?" To Bertram's surprise, the face he was watching so intently flushed scarlet.
"No, I couldn't help it--now; though I might have--once." Billy spoke this last just above her breath.

Then she went on, beseechingly: "Bertram, please, please don't talk of it any more.

It--it's just spoiling our happy evening together!" Bertram bit his lip, and drew a long sigh.
"All right, dear; you know best, of course--since I don't know _anything_ about it," he finished a little stiffly.
Billy began to talk then very brightly of Aunt Hannah and her shawls, and of a visit she had made to Cyril and Marie that morning.
"And, do you know?
Aunt Hannah's clock _has_ done a good turn, at last, and justified its existence.