“But you can. With my excellent ‘I. Q.’, intelligent quotient if you don’t follow me, I can classify people by their mentalities; predict such trivial matters as grades.”
“A-hem! All right, Miss Brainless Wonder tell me when I’ll get an answer from a very important long letter I mailed my Daddy one week ago, to be exact.”
The thought of that letter made prickles of excitement up and down Mimi’s spine. She’d love to talk to Olivia about it. She hoped she hadn’t broken her promise to Chloe not to tell a soul, when she had written it to Daddy. No matter what you cross-your-heart-and-vow-not-to-tell you can always tell your parents. Mimi was sure of that when she had written Chloe’s tragedy to Daddy. She had felt better ever since. Not that Daddy could do anything about it—he was too far away—but again he might when he came home. At least there was some one to whom she could unburden when she couldn’t keep from talking about the mystery another minute.
“Bad habit I have acquired—talking to myself. Mimi! Look at me. I’ve explained twice already about the answer to your letter and you haven’t heard a word of it. Atten-shun, please! Now, for the third and last time, you will—”
Before Olivia finished waving her arms around and succeeding in clouding her eyes as if she were going into a seance, Betsy came running toward them from the gym. She ran easily and lightly, arching her knees high. Her middy collar was streaming behind her. Her socks had flopped down over the tops of her gym shoes.
“Guess what?” she panted.
“Must be something grand the way your eyes are shining.”
Betsy’s one blue eye and one brown eye with their frames of thick curly lashes always fascinated Mimi but when Betsy was thrilled as she was now, her eyes were the cutest things Mimi ever saw. “Hurry and tell before I die.”
“Yes, before she with the carrot top is devoured by her ravishing curiosity.”
“Jack, my big brother who graduated from Vanderbilt last June, is coming to take me to Nashville to the big Thanksgiving football game!”