Me whats the secret? we have a secret, just we three, the robin, and i, and the sweet cherry-tree; the bird told the tree, and the tree told me, and nobody knows it but just us three. but of course the robin knows it best, because she built the—i shan't tell the rest; and laid the four little—something in it— i'm afraid i shall tell it every minute. but if the tree and the robin don't peep, i'll try my best the secret to keep; though i know when the little birds fly about then the whole secret will be out.

The secret is that the robin made the tree. What has me believe so, is because the robin said she knows the secret best. "Because she built the—I shan't tell the rest; And laid the four little—something in it—" and Then say,"Though I know when the little birds fly about Then the whole secret will be out."  You can fly out of a tree!

d.) then bernice winced as marjorie tossed her own hair over her shoulders and began to twist it slowly into two long blond braids until in her cream-colored negligée she looked like a delicate painting of some saxon princess. fascinated, bernice watched the braids grow. heavy and luxurious they were, moving under the supple fingers like restive snakes—and to bernice remained this relic and the curling iron and a to-morrow full of eyes.