"That ith too bad," answered Tommy sympathetically.
"Come, come, Jane, don't keep us in suspense. What did you find, or didn't you find anything at all?" urged Miss Elting.
"Don't worry. I made a find, but you never could guess, if you lived a thousand years, what I found. I couldn't have guessed it either. Nor could Harriet, as sharp as she is. Now, listen, darlin's. I found—I found—oh, if you knew how funny you all look! I found an old pair of specs—spectacles. I fooled you that time, didn't I?" she chuckled, hugging herself delightedly. "You thought it was something wonderful."
"Oh, fudge!" said Margery disgustedly. "I might have known you weren't in earnest."
"I call that real mean of you, Jane," pouted Hazel Holland.
Miss Elting laughed tolerantly, nodding at Harriet as though to say, "I told you so." But Harriet's gaze was fixed on Crazy Jane's face. Harriet knew very well that there was something more to be said; that Jane really had made an important discovery, and that, after having teased her companions to her satisfaction, she would tell them the rest of the story.
"Spectacles were made to assist people in seeing. Suppose you let us see, Jane," suggested Harriet.
"Now, now, Bright Eyes, don't be hasty," chided Jane. "Do you really wish to see?"
Harriet yawned as though completely indifferent.
"I am not so curious over your discovery that I cannot wait until morning to hear about it. I'm sleepy and I am going to bed, provided I can find one," she replied, rising and stretching herself indolently. "Good night, Jane."