cried, reproachfully, and my curiosity went out like a candle.
"I couldn't be so indiscreet as to think anything about it," I said, feeling very small indeed.
"And we have no right to ask you any questions," said John, promptly mounting his high horse. "Dick, I have made an unconscionably long call. I really must be going; but don't let me hurry you."
"Have you told Miss Lamb how soon we are going home?" I asked, as we all stood up.
"Going home?" she repeated, with a sudden change of countenance, and a swift glance at John.
John did not see it. He was occupied in winding the lash of his riding crop about the stick in complicated and artistic twists.
"We are going on the 26th," said I, with a penetrating look at Miss Lamb.
There was a dead silence for a second, and then Miss Lamb replied with a queer
