The next morning Henry was very quiet at the breakfast-table.

He said good-morning to Horace in almost a surly manner, and Sylvia glanced from one to the other of the two men.

After Horace had gone to school she went out in the front yard to interview Henry, who was pottering about the shrubs which grew on either side of the gravel walk.
"What on earth ailed you and Mr.Allen this morning ?" she began, abruptly.
Henry continued digging around the roots of a peony.

"I don't know as anything ailed us.

I don't know what you are driving at," he replied, lying unhesitatingly.
"Something did ail you.