“Oh, why need the Empress have come in at all. We were having such fun and—” Sally paused significantly.
Beverly nodded a quick comprehension of what the conclusion of Sally’s sentence would have been, and said, under cover of the babel of voices, for even the Empress, stalking along ahead of her rebellious ones could not entirely subdue their protests:
“And I am wondering what we shall find up in Number 10, and especially in bedroom A.” And in spite of those possibilities she laughed softly.
“And not a single mouthful of that delicious spread after those ten miles. I call it a perfect outrage,” muttered Sally like a distant thunder-storm.
Beverly flashed one quizzical, tantalizing glance at her. “Don’t let that worry you,” she said.
“What?” whispered Sally eagerly.
“Hush. Listen to the Empress. Oh, isn’t this the richest you ever heard?”