“Ma chere!” gasped Henri Marchand. “Is she ill?”
“Jennie, behave yourself!” cried her aunt.
“I saw a toad swallow a hornet once,” Tom declared. “She acts just the same way.”
“As the hornet?” demanded his sister, beginning to giggle.
“As the toad,” answered Tom, gravely.
But Henri had got to his feet and now reached the wriggling girl. “Let me try to help!” he cried.
“If you even begin wiggling that way, Colonel Marchand,” declared Helen, “you will be in danger of arrest. There is a law against that dance.”
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” burst out Jennie once more, actually in danger of choking.
“What is it?” Ruth demanded, likewise reaching the writhing girl.
“Oh, he bit me!” finally exploded Jennie.