"You're fooling," accused Billy. "I'm not. I'm really serious."
"So am I," vowed the Watermelon.
"Billy," said Henrietta, "spare us. I am too young to listen to a tale of depravity."
But the lure of the confessional held Billy and she passed Henrietta's remark without notice. She turned to the Watermelon. "If I tell you the worst thing I ever did, will you tell me the worst you ever did?"
"I haven't done the worst yet," explained the Watermelon.
The general having nearly wrecked the cars and seen the damage repaired by Alphonse, hurried to the four sitting on the stone wall.
"Come on," said he. "It is time we were going. We have no blue book, you know."
"I shouldn't wonder," said Henrietta, "if there were not a rare chance for some one to confess a heinous crime."
She looked at Bartlett as he held out his hand to help her down and her eyes laughed deep into his.
"In self-defense—" he pleaded in a whisper.