Arabella, determined to startle her new acquaintance, took a third bottle from her pocket, and swallowed three very large white pills.
She was delighted with the effect that she had produced.
Floretta sprang to her feet, and tried to snatch the bottle, but Arabella had put it in her pocket, and was holding the pocket together.
She narrowed her shrewd little eyes, and smiled broadly.
"Guess you couldn't take all that, and not feel queer!" she said.
"I wouldn't wonder if you felt funny. Do you?" asked Floretta.
"Not yet," said Arabella.
Floretta was getting tired of her caller. She hoped that she hadn't any more kinds of medicine that she could take.
She wished that Dorothy would return and amuse Arabella.
She would have run away from any one else, and rudely left her alone, but there was something so strange about this child that she feared her.