He laid his cheek against hers. "I was going to tell you my secret
when you had read that last book of mine. When were you going to tell
me yours?"
"Oh, Dicky!" she said in some confusion, and hid her face against his
neck.
"No, tell me!" he said. "I want to know."
But Juliet only clung a little faster to him and buried her face a
little deeper.
"Weren't you ever going to tell me?" he said, after a moment.
"Oh, yes--some time," she murmured from his breast.
"Well, when?" he persisted. "Just--any time?"
"No, dear, of course not!" A muffled sound that was half-sob and
half-laugh came with the words.
Dick waited for a space, and then very gently began to feel for the
hidden face. She tried to resist him, then, finding he would not be
resisted, she took his hand and pressed it over her eyes, holding it as a
shield between them.
"Won't you tell me?" he said.
She trembled a little in his hold. "That--that--is another secret,
Dicky," she said very softly.
"Mayn't I--share it, sweetheart?" he said.
She uncovered her eyes with a little tremulous laugh, and lifted them to
his. "Oh, I'm a coward, Dicky, a horrid coward.
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