[CHAPTER XIV—The Story of the Two Dogs]
That night Sally and Daphne held a council of war in their room. It began by Sally saying: “I want to talk to you, Taffy, about something important.” To which Daphne replied, “Very well, go ahead, but remember to ask me what I have to tell you when you finish!”
“All right, mine’s about Jan.” Sally made herself comfortable in the big chair and Daphne curled up on the window seat. “On the way back from target practice today, she informed me that she would not be on the team, even if she got the chance, because Phyl might be hurt.”
Instead of looking angry or concerned, as Sally expected, Daphne laughed heartily.
“I don’t think it’s funny, she really meant it,” Sally protested.
Daphne stopped laughing. “It is funny though, listen. This afternoon, after we had come up from the Senior’s Retreat, Phyl told me the same thing.”
“But I don’t understand.”
“About Jan, of course.”
“You mean she said she would be hurt if Jan did accept for the team?”
“Oh, no, you ought to know Phyl better than that. She said she wouldn’t accept for the Dramatic Club unless Jan was asked, too. There now, what do you think of that?”