I can't explain it but you came here and Mother's so happy and I'm glad that she named me after you and that she thinks we're both alike. I think we are too. I know it. It would spoil things if you should give me anything.

You're a strange girl, Charlie. Why would it spoil things?

Because we're not just an uncle and a niece. It's something else. I know you. I know that you don't tell people a lot of things. I don't either. I have the feeling that inside you somewhere, there's something nobody knows about.

Something nobody knows?

Something secret and wonderful and - I'll find it out.

It's not good to find out too much, Charlie.

But we're sorta like twins, don't you see? We have to know.