"No, no!" giggled the girl. "An 'Old Maid of the Sea,' you mean."
"Maybe I do. But how to get rid of her—"
"I know! Wait!" Janice dashed out of the room and out of the house. A crowd of children was still at the gate.
"Arlo Junior!" she called into the dusk, "Come here! I want you."
"You want my pa. He ain't home yet," said Junior, drawing near slowly.
"I want you to do an errand for me," said Janice hastily. "Come here—close. I'll tell you. Your mother won't mind."
"All right," said Junior, offering an attentive ear.
"You know where Gummy Carringford lives?"
"Course I do."
"Well, you run there, and see his mother; and you tell her—"