"I've got it!" shouted Betty at last, clapping her hands ecstatically. "The very thing! Oh, the supremest joke!"
"Good biz! But please condescend to explain," commented Evie.
"Oh, we'll try thing-um-bob—what d'you call it? Mesmerism—that's the word I want. With dinner plates, you know."
Apparently nobody knew, for all looked interested and intelligent, but unenlightened.
"Do you mean to say you've never heard of it? Oh, goody! What luck!"
"Look here," interposed Annie, "you're not going to rag us as well. It's to be for the benefit of Va if there's any sell about it."
"All right! They'll really be enough, and you shall act audience. Only with fourteen of you it would have been so——"
"Betty Scott, give us your word this instant that you won't play tricks on your own Form."
"I won't—I won't—honest, I won't!"
"And tell us what you're going to do."