"Name it!" said Dick.
"That mine may be the voice to break the news to the Kat sisters, when the time comes."
"Granted with enthusiasm," said Dick. "Nobody could do it so perfectly as you, and I only wish that I might be there to see."
"Well, you can't," said Bert; "You'll be busy elsewhere; but oh, I shall have such a good time! As soon as I have announced Jean's discovery to Mrs. Walters, then I shall call upon them and break the news delightfully. It will be gorgeous! Of course they will have to pretend that they are tickled pink; but under the surface they will be getting ready on the instant to start some fussy tales; and I shall calmly tell them that if they let out a squeak of any kind I will tell Auntie the whole story from A to Z, including the fact that they knew where Jean was and still let the mother suffer by their silence; and also that they tried to drown her beloved grandchild, and likewise to do away with her beloved daughter; and if I told all that narrative, it would be good-bye for them to any hopes whatever of profiting by way of legacies from her. Doesn't that sound perfectly scrumptious?"
"It does," said Dick. "Go ahead and gloat all you want to; it's coming to you; and meanwhile, I must be getting back home."
"Of course you must," said Bert, with another of her boyish grins. "Run along. Fate has been pretty
