I should think it would be just as much my business as yoah's." "This does concern you," admitted Betty, "and I'm dying to tell you, but godmother doesn't want you to know until to-morrow." "To-morrow," echoed Lloyd, much puzzled.

Then her face lighted up.

"Oh, it's about my birthday present.

Tell me what it is _now_, Betty," she wheedled.

"I'd lots rathah know now than to wait.