Oh, mother," in a loud whisper to Mrs.
Norton, "did you put it away safe where she can't see ?" "Oh, you silly boy," said Milly, "you'll tell me if you don't take care." "No, I shan't.

I wouldn't tell you if you were to go on asking me all day.

It isn't very big, you know, Milly, and--and--it isn't pretty outside--only--" "Be quiet, chatterbox," said Mr.Norton putting his hand over Olly's mouth, "you'll tell in another minute, and then there'll be no fun to-morrow." So Olly with great difficulty kept quiet, and began eating up his pudding very fast, as if that was the only way of keeping his little tongue out of mischief.
"Father," he said after dinner, "do take Milly out for a walk, and mother shall take me.

Then I can't tell, you know." So the two went out different ways, and Olly kept away from Milly all day, in great fear lest somehow or other his secret should fly out of him in spite of all his efforts to keep it in.

At night the children made nurse hurry them to bed, so that when mother came to tuck them up, as she generally did, she found the pair fast asleep, and nothing left to kiss but two curly heads buried in the pillows.
"Bless their hearts," said nurse to Mrs.Norton, "they can think of nothing but to-morrow.