Bertram, too, says she has it.

He's trying to 'catch it,' he says.
I wonder now--if he does catch it, does she lose it ?" Flippant as were the words, the voice that uttered them shook a little.
Aunt Hannah smiled indulgently--Aunt Hannah had heard only the flippancy, not the shake.
"I don't know, my dear.

You might ask him this afternoon." Billy made a sudden movement.

The china egg in her lap rolled to the floor.
"Oh, but I don't see him this afternoon," she said lightly, as she stooped to pick up the egg.
"Why, I'm sure he told me--" Aunt Hannah's sentence ended in a questioning pause.
"Yes, I know," nodded Billy, brightly; "but he's told me something since.

He isn't going.