“It’s no use, Snippey dear,” he said on the fourth night of his stay at the farm, after the family had retired, “I can’t stay an’ not tell Aunt Hannah, an’ it’s certain we won’t be allowed to stop more’n a minute after she knows the truth. If I could talk to her in the dark, when I couldn’t see her face, it wouldn’t seem quite so bad; but we go to bed so early there’s no chance for that. We must have it out mighty soon, for I can’t hang ’round here many hours longer without tellin’ all about ourselves.”