“Don’t you have a plan, Gale?” Janet demanded. “You must have, everybody else does. Come now, confess!”
“Yes,” Gale said, “I have a plan, and I’m wondering what you would think of it.”
“Well, we can’t think a thing unless you tell us what it is,” Carol said practically.
“Yes, Gale, tell us,” Phyllis agreed. “Yours will probably be the best. The rest of these weak minded people will soon suggest buying an airplane.”
“I resent that!” Janet said loudly. “What is the matter with an airplane?”
“Not a thing,” Phyllis consoled her. “I just----”
“Suppose we let Gale talk?” Madge cut in.
“This afternoon when I lost you girls I met a little boy. A cute little chap. About eight, I should say. He has the most trusting blue eyes and curliest hair----”
“Are you going to adopt him?” interposed Carol.
“Silly,” Gale said. “Let me finish. I talked to him quite a while. He is awf’ly cunning and smart--as smart as any of you,” she added wickedly.