Kitty laughed mischievously. “Look here, Debby, you go play in your own back yard, that’s a good girl.”
“And you haven’t told Blue Bonnet your idea,” Susy put in.
“Has she one?” Blue Bonnet asked politely.
“You go play with Debby, Susy,” Kitty advised. “Now, Blue Bonnet, I’m waiting to hear your reason.”
“You’ll have to wait a good while, Kitty.”
“I sha’n’t tell you my idea—and it’s a beauty—until you tell me what I want to know, Blue Bonnet Ashe.”
“Then you’ll never tell me it, little Miss Why.”
Across the low tea-table their eyes met; it was the gray, not the blue ones, which wavered first. “Keep your old secret,” Kitty pouted. “Sarah, you can tell the idea—I won’t.”
“Kitty thought,” Sarah began, anxious to steer the conversation into smoother channels, “that it would be nice for us seven to form a riding club.”
“How perfectly lovely!” Blue Bonnet went to sit beside Kitty on the lounge.