Sheridan's arm, pulling her toward
the stairway. "Come on, mother Sheridan!" she urged, and as the
befuddled and confused lady obeyed, Sibyl left a trail of noisy
exclamations: "Good gracious! Oh, I wouldn't--too bad! I didn't
DREAM he was there! I wouldn't hurt his feelings! Not for the
world! Of course he had to know SOME time! But, good heavens--"
She heard his door close as she and Mrs. Sheridan reached the top
of the stairs, and she glanced over her shoulder quickly, but
Bibbs was not following; he had gone back into his room.
"He--he looked--oh, terrible bad!" stammered Mrs. Sheridan.
"I--I wish--"
"Still, it's a good deal better he knows about it," said Sibyl.
"I shouldn't wonder it might turn out the very best thing could
happened. Come on!"
And completing their descent to the library, the two made their
appearance to Roscoe and his father. Sibyl at once gave a full
and truthful account of what had taken place, repeating her own
remarks, and omitting only the fact that it was through her design
that Bibbs had overheard them.
"But as I told mother Sheridan," she said, in conclusion, "it might
turn out for the very best that he did hear--just that way.
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