“Don’t you tell a soul,” whispered Tess.
“What’s a soul?” asked Sammy.
“It’s a person,” Tess informed him. “Don’t you dare tell anybody, will you?”
“Tell ’em what?” Sammy wanted to know.
“What I’m going to tell you and Dot now.”
“All right, I won’t tell,” promised Sammy.
“Cross your heart!”
This rite was performed rapidly.
“You, too, Dot!”
“Can’t I tell even my Alice-doll?”