“I don’t believe he knows a thing that we don’t,” said Ward.
“I do, too!” cried Fred. Then he stopped.
“I think you might tell,” said Jess, pensively.
“I promised I wouldn’t. Now will you be quiet?” said the harassed Fred.
“Is it about all of us? Are we in it?” asked Margy, quickly.
“How could you be in a Thanksgiving dinner?” asked Fred.
“Don’t be silly—you know what I mean. Shall we all know what you know when we do know?” returned Margy.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say, but you won’t get a word out of me,” announced Fred, firmly. “I happened to overhear some talk I wasn’t supposed to hear, and then Dad told me all the rest of it and made me promise not to tell.”
“Will you tell just one thing?” coaxed Artie.
Fred had a shrewd suspicion that Artie could find out more, if he wished, than the rest of the children.