The moment she scanned it, Wyn saw Frankie’s face turn very red. She looked angry, and stamped her foot. Then she burst into a giggle, and slid the paper back out of sight again.
She came back to her friend with a mixture of emotions expressed on her countenance. “What do you suppose?” she demanded.
“Suppose about what?” asked Wyn.
“What do you suppose Dave wrote on that paper?”
“I give it up. Something that didn’t concern us, as I told you.”
“You’re wrong,” cried Frank, divided between wrath and amusement. “And it’s just the very meanest thing!”
“Why, you excite my curiosity,” admitted Wyn.
“That’s what he did it for,” declared Frankie.
“What did he write?” cried Wyn. “Out with it.”
“He wrote: ‘I bet an ice-cream treat all around that your curiosity will not permit you to leave this alone.’ Now! could anything be meaner?”