"Marcia Brett, do you mean to tell me—"
"That you've had a secret two whole months and never told me about it yet? And I'm your best friend!"
"I was waiting till you came to the city, Janet. I wanted to tell you; I didn't want to write it."
"Well, I've been in the city twelve hours, and you never said a word about it till just now."
"But, Janet, we've been sight-seeing ever since you arrived. You can't very well tell secrets when you're sight-seeing, you know!"
"Well, you might have given me a hint about it long ago. You know we've solemnly promised never to have any secrets from each other, and yet you've had one two whole months?"
"No, Jan, I haven't had it quite as long as that. Honest! It didn't begin till quite a while after I came; in fact, not till about three or four weeks ago."
"Tell me all about it right away, then, and perhaps I'll forgive you!"