“So I did,” Maida said.
“But we’ve only had free rainy days,” Molly complained.
The Big Six laughed. Molly could not pronounce t and her failure in this respect always entertained the Big Six. They all reached out and knocked the elm trunk. “Knock wood!” they called to Molly; and Molly, not at all understanding what it was all about, obediently tapped the tree with her dimpled knuckles.
“And you didn’t let us have Lucy those free days,” Molly stated reproachfully.
“But if you wait long enough, Molly,” Maida excused herself, “you are sure to have a big three-days’ storm. And I promise you you shall have Lucy all three days.”
“And the little hair frunk?” Molly questioned eagerly.
“Yes,” Maida agreed, “the little hair frunk.”
“Cross you froat!” Molly demanded.
“Yes, cross my froat,” Maida agreed and crossed it.
“Oh goody!” Molly skipped away on the wings of ecstasy.