She always had moods, as
she called them, but not like now. Sometimes I think she is almost
flighty."
Rosalind was silent. After a while she said in a prim little voice,
which she adopted now and then when she wanted to conceal her real
feelings:
"But I do wonder what the quarrel was about-- I mean, what really
happened between Annabel and Maggie."
"Look here, Rosalind, have I said anything about a quarrel? Please
remember that the whole thing is conjecture from beginning to end, and
don't go all over the place spreading stories and making mischief. I
have told you this in confidence, so don't forget."
"I won't forget," replied Rosalind. "I don't know why you should
accuse me of wanting to make mischief, Annie. I can't help being
curious, of course, and, of course, I'd like to know more."
"Well, for that matter, so would I," replied Annie. "Where there is a
mystery it's much more satisfactory to get to the bottom of it. Of
course, something dreadful must have happened to account for the
change in Miss Oliphant. It would be a comfort to know the truth, and,
of course, one need never talk of it. By the way, Rosie, you are just
the person to ferret this little secret out; you are the right sort of
person for spying and peeping.
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