“And that was after I’d spent my thousand dollars—or most of it,” said Janice softly. “It was so thoughtful of Daddy to notice that I didn’t spend my money for a car.”
“Huh! why wouldn’t he notice it?” retorted Marty, dipping half a doughnut in his tea and then eating it quickly so as not to lose any of the soft confection.
“I told him I’d got something different—and he never even asked me what it was,” continued Janice.
Marty began to giggle.
“Look out, young man!” warned his father, “you’ll choke yourself again.”
“He giggles every time I speak about Daddy’s giving me the car and asking no questions,” said Janice reflectively. “I smell a mouse, Marty! You told!”
“Told what? I never!” demanded and denied the boy in a breath, but all one broad grin.
“You wrote Daddy about my—my helping Lottie Drugg.”
“Aw, shucks! You don’t know so.”
“Yes, I do.”