Jack turned stubborn. "I can't tell you," he said.
"But something that concerns me," said Mary. "I think I have a right
to know it."
Jack merely pulled in his upper lip. "You do lots of things without
explaining them to me. I have the same right."
Mary dropped the inquiry. "You needn't be anxious about what father is
thinking," she said coldly. "I left a letter for him, telling where we
were going, and I told him you didn't know we were coming."
They were silent. Jack stared at the fire, wondering unhappily what
was the matter. After they had come, and he had been so glad to see
them, to be near a quarrel already! To heal this inexplicable breach
he put out his hand, and took Mary's.
She snatched it away with astonishing suddenness. "Don't you dare to
touch me!" she muttered, low and quivering.