“Nor even the color of our dominoes,” said Jeanette.
“I sha'n't tell what I'm to be,” Reginald proudly said, “but some of you girls will just have to tell; girls can't keep a secret.”
“We can keep a secret, Reginald Dean,” said Mollie, to which Flossie chimed in:
“Yes, indeed we can. I can't tell what I'm to be, because I don't know; mamma hasn't told me, but I do know what color I'm to wear, and I won't tell that!”
Reginald liked to tease.
“Somebody'll tell something, see 'f they don't!” he said, nodding and laughing.
It was now just a week from the day set for the party.
Arabella, hurrying along the avenue, tried to thrust her arms into the sleeves of her jacket.
“O dear! I shouldn't think this jacket had any armholes!” she cried impatiently.