Fred was ready with a retort, but Polly forestalled him.
“Is there any other business before the club?” she asked quickly.
Apparently there was not.
“Let’s begin and ask riddles, then,” said Margy.
“I have something to tell, first,” announced Polly. “Wait a minute.”
From her blouse pocket she took six tiny boxes, each wrapped in white paper and fastened with an elastic band.
“What in the world——” began Margy, but Jess said:
“Sh!”
“There’s one apiece,” said Polly, her voice trembling a little with eagerness. “Your names are written on the boxes. Here, Margy.”
She handed Margy one of the boxes and, in rapid succession, Jess, Fred, Ward and Artie received theirs. One was left for Polly.