“Then I’d like three of the stuffed dates you have in your pocket,” announced Margy, calmly.
“Your nose is a good scenter,” Fred told her. “How did you know Ward had stuffed dates with him?”
“Because I saw him eating one,” said the calm Margy.
Ward had the grace to blush a little, and, jerking the box from a pocket already stuffed to the bursting point, he silently passed it to Margy. She opened it, took out three dates and gave it back to him.
“One apiece,” she said, handing a date to Polly, another to Jess, and popping the third into her own mouth.
There were three dates left, by good luck, and Ward distributed these to Artie and Fred and peace reigned again.
“Your turn, Artie,” said Polly, who wanted to laugh, but decided that Margy didn’t.
“Mine’s about a nose, too,” said Artie. “Jess, what have noses but smell not?”
“Teapots,” said Jess, with a beaming smile.
Artie looked disappointed.