"I don't see what you're doing," Clara said fretfully. "What is it? A game?"
"Sure. I put the ball under one of the shells—like that—and you bet where it is."
"All right. I bet. It's there."
"But you haven't betted anything."
Clara blushed hotly. As a well-bred Penguin, she found it impossible to explain that all the Penguins had sacrificed their first week's pocket money to the maintenance of Emma and their Social Conscience.
"I can't. I—I haven't anything."
"You gotta bead necklace."
"All right. I bet it."
It was incredible. Her eyes had deceived her. Pip-Emma took the necklace. Other Penguins, shocked at their leader's failure and convinced of their own right-sightedness, backed their guesses with small gold rings and other detachable possessions. Janet Cooper, who hadn't anything else, bet her Penguin Badge, which was like pledging the family Bible. But, as it happened, Janet won. She was the only winner. Pip-Emma nodded approval of her.
"You're not such a dumb cluck," she said.