"So I've always heard," said Kate, while Harry looked so unhappy that his sister pinched him until he complained. Just then Trif came out of the shop, wondering whether Trixy did not need looking after; but she lost none of her self-possession when she found herself face to face with the Trewmans. Within five minutes Trif had made the Trewmans promise to run over to Old Point before they returned to New York. She begged them, also, to return with her to the shop, and surprise Fenie, but Harry pleaded extreme haste--a matter of business, he said. "Still," said Kate, "we may yet surprise her if you won't allude to us until you meet us at Old Point." "That will be splendid," exclaimed Trif, with glowing cheeks; for she was thinking over the scene with Harry's picture. "Harry," said Kate, as soon as the party separated, "you've no reason to worry." "No reason!" echoed the young man. "I think I've a lot of them. Don't you remember what Trixy said about army officers?" "Oh, to be sure!" Then Kate lapsed into silence. "Trixy, dear," said Trif, before re-entering the shop, "I want you now to be very, very womanly. You mustn't say a word to Aunt Fee about the people we've just met." "I understand, mamma dear. Say, when's Mr. Trewman and Aunt Fee goin' to be married?" "Sh--h--h! Perhaps never. Who put such an idea into your mind?" "Why, Bridget did--our servant, at home; but I thought of it before, 'cause they act just like the folks in the stories that you and Aunt Fee read out loud to each other sometimes." Trif looked despairing--almost desperate. Her cautions must be intensified, so she continued. "Remember, dear! Don't say a word about the Trewmans to Aunt Fee when we return to the shop. Don't mention them on the boat on the way back. Don't mention them in the hotel. Don't----" "Oh, mamma!" interrupted Trixy. "What an awful lot of dont's! I wish I didn't ever see anythin', or hear anythin', or know anythin'." "Poor, dear little girl," said Trif caressingly. "Grown people sometimes have 'dont's,' and have a lot of trouble with them, too." "Is that so?" the child asked. "Do you ever have to put cotton in your ears, or bite your tongue?"