"She would enjoy hearing the funny fortunes the old woman told us, and I'm suah if she knew how sick that poah baby is she'd send it something.

She is always helpin' poah people." "But I have a special reason for keeping it a secret," urged Eugenia.
"Promise not to say anything about it for awhile anyhow.

Wait till I am ready to go home." "Why ?" asked Lloyd, with a puzzled expression.
"She's afraid for godmother to know," said Betty, unable to control her tongue any longer, and still smarting with the recollection of some of the things with which Eugenia had answered her refusal to go into the camp with them.
"It is no such a thing!" cried Eugenia.

"It was all right for us to go, and I've a private reason of my own for not saying anything about it for awhile.

It is a very little thing to ask, and I'm sure that, as a guest of Lloyd's, it is a very little thing for her to do, to respect my wishes that much." "Oh, of course, if you put it that way," said Lloyd, "I'll not say anything about it till you tell me that I can." "You boys don't mind promising, either, do you ?" asked Eugenia, flashing a smile of her black eyes at each one in turn.
"Cross your hearts," she cried, laughing, as they gave their promise, "and swear 'Really truly, blackly, bluely, lay me down and cut me in twoly,' that you won't tell." Joyce laughingly followed the boys' example, and Eugenia gave a significant smile toward Betty, riding on alone in dignified silence.
"Then it is all right," she exclaimed, loud enough for her to hear, "that is, if Miss Goody-goody doesn't feel it her duty to run and tell." Betty was too angry to make any answer.