“SOAMI, what are the girls going to do in the parade—on your float, I mean?” asked Ibee, yawning sleepily, as he stretched out in a steamer chair near the hammock in which Soami rocked on the porch of the Brave family’s cottage.
“Just—as—though—I’d—tell—you,” yawned Soami in imitation of Ibee’s manner.
“Say, go on, tell me, won’t you?” said Ibee. “I’ll tell you a little about ours if you do.”
“Yum, yum,” sang Soami. “I might possibly tell you a little—you tell first.”
“Has Shesa anything to do with your plans?” asked Ibee.
“Oh, so she’s going to give you lessons in bandaging, too!” exclaimed Soami, realizing the next instant that she had given a secret away, but the “cat was out of the bag.”
Then Ibee began to laugh. “Caught you this time, Sister,” he teased. “Shesa wouldn’t give me a hint.”
“Anyhow, I think you were awful!” said Soami. “I’ll watch out for you after this.”
“Tell me more? Please do,” begged Ibee, but Soami had gone indoors where she felt safer.
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