“Chiefly because there is no one else whom Aunt Sophia could possibly mean. There isn’t another man in the neighborhood.” “But, Honor, have you noticed anything? Do you think that Katherine—well, that she cares for him? Of course he likes her, he couldn’t help liking her, but—oh, I don’t know! It doesn’t seem a bit nice to talk about Katherine this way, and I wish Aunt Sophia hadn’t said anything. I told her that probably they were just good friends, and she said that was almost impossible. Don’t you think that is a most ridiculous idea, Honor?” “Very ridiculous, and I agree with you that it isn’t very nice to talk about it. I know lots of girls do, and we should be considered very old-fashioned and peculiar not to want to. We are different from most girls, and I think we feel differently about those things. So don’t let us say any more, Vic, unless Katherine wants to speak about it herself.” “And there is nothing for us to do?” “No,” said Honor, very quietly, “there is nothing for us to do.” And then, very much to the surprise of Victoria, she hid her face in the pillow. “Why, are you so sleepy, Honor?” asked the younger sister. “You don’t look so. What is the matter?” “No, I’m not really sleepy, but—but I think we have talked long enough, Vicky dear! If you don’t mind, I would rather not say any more.” “But I haven’t been here more than fifteen minutes, Honor, and there is something else that I thought of telling you.” “Not to-night, please, dear. I would rather not talk any more to-night, if you don’t mind my saying so.” “Well, just as you say, of course!” said Victoria, as she got up. “I think you are very queer, though. You said you were glad to see me and that you wanted to talk about something yourself, and now, almost right away, you tell me to go! What did you want to say to me?” “Don’t be huffy, dear! I know I did want to, but really, I can’t talk about anything more to-night. I—I have a headache.” “Oh, you poor thing!” cried Victoria, her resentment fading at once. “Why didn’t you tell me so before? I thought you looked different from usual. Can’t I do anything for you? It was a shame for me to come and bother you, but you seemed glad to have me when I came. Shall I bathe your head with cologne?” “No, I thank you. If I once get asleep, I shall be all right, and it is really pretty late, Vic. It is nearly twelve o’clock. You had better go to bed right away. Good night, dear.” Honor was almost pushing her sister out of the room as she spoke, and Victoria heard her close and lock the door behind her. “If Honor isn’t too funny!” she said to herself. “Locking me out, actually! Well, if she isn’t going to worry, there is no need of my doing so. People never do what you expect them to. Honor is certainly queer. ‘Jog on, jog on the footpath way’— Why, how very peculiar! I am sure I didn’t leave my door open.”