"I wish she'd leave me alone, Midget. I've a feeling in my bones that she'll get me into a mess before she's done. I don't believe she has a shred of consideration, now she knows we are alike."
"Has she seen you, Pam?" asked Hughie with keen interest.
"Seen me! Why, I perfectly forgot I've never told you a thing. Here, climb on the foot of the bed, and I'll tell you exactly what happened to-day. I was so fearfully tired, and so busy warding off all the idiotic questions, that I never remembered I hadn't told you."
Hughie climbed up as suggested, packing himself like an Indian idol as usual, and listened to the true and complete version of the rescue on the Beak cliff.
When it was ended he said:
"Well, I thought it was fearfully funny that you got up Reube all alone. I've been down there----"
"You have," interrupted Pamela with sharp disapproval, "then you're not to do it again, Midget. Swear you won't."
Silence.
"Well--look here," Pamela compromised, "if you won't promise, will you tell me when you go and let me come too. Honestly, it isn't safe for you. Reube slipped and was nearly killed. Only my going saved him."
"I'll tell you, Pam," agreed Hughie, impressed by her anxious tones.