Dickon saw her do it, and as she still said nothing, he began to be puzzled.
"Wouldn't they give thee a bit ?" he asked.

"Hasn't tha' got any yet ?" She held her hands even tighter and turned her eyes toward him.
"I don't know anything about boys," she said slowly.

"Could you keep a secret, if I told you one?
It's a great secret.

I don't know what I should do if any one found it out.

I believe I should die!" She said the last sentence quite fiercely.
Dickon looked more puzzled than ever and even rubbed his hand over his rough head again, but he answered quite good-humoredly.
"I'm keepin' secrets all th' time," he said.