Atticus was passing by Betsy and Ramona the other day, and noticed that Ramona had a bit of a scowl on her face.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"She won't tell you," replied Betsy in an irritated voice.
"What do you mean?" asked Atticus.
"Well," said Betsy, "when she gets that look on her face, I try to help, and I ask her what's wrong, but all she'll say to me is: 'You have your secrets, and I have mine.'"