“Well, what’s the matter? Whose old cat is dead now?” demanded Jennie, in an equally low voice.
“I—I threw my bag out of the window, Jennie. Will you get it?” whispered the excited girl.
“Your bag?”
“Yes, yes!”
“What under the sun did you do it for?”
“I—I can’t tell you here,” whispered Nancy.
“What have you got there?” demanded Jennie, suddenly, pulling at the bundle under the other girl’s arm.
“My—my coat.”
“And your hat?”
“Ye—yes.”