“The truth!” exclaimed the now angry Margery. “I’ll never speak to you again, Grace Thompson.”
“If you girls only knew how silly you are, you would reform,” said Harriet.
“The only way for a fat perthon to reform ith to run all day in the hot thun,” answered Tommy. “Why don’t you try it, Buthter?”
Margery glared speechlessly at her tormentor, but before she could frame a fitting reply Hazel suddenly asked Harriet a question that quickly changed the current of thought in the minds of the two disputants.
“Perhaps you will tell us what you meant when you made that remark a short time ago, Harriet,” she said.
“What remark, Hazel?”
“About not having to look far for excitement, about using our eyes, ears and noses,” replied Hazel. “What did you mean?”
“Just what I said,” repeated Harriet.
“Be good enough to explain, pleathe?” urged Tommy. “I’m not clever at guething riddleth.”
“Had you girls used your ears, you would have heard something; had you used your eyes, you would have seen smoke; had you used your noses, you would have smelled smoke. Now do you understand?”