“Help yourself.”
This from Eleanor who had laid aside her book and come forward.
“What’s on your mind, Patsy?” asked Mabel curiously. “Something’s happened. I can tell that by the way you look.”
“I have a heavy load on my mind,” declared Patsy with deep impressiveness.
Dramatically striking her forehead, she cried, “Ouch! That hurt!” giggled and dropped down into a nearby chair.
“You almost knocked it off,” chuckled Beatrice, seating herself on the edge of Mabel’s bed. “The load, I mean.”
“I did not. I almost knocked my forehead off. The load is still there. Now to get rid of it.”
Whereupon Patsy plunged into the subject of the great secret.
“And Mother said we could go?” asked Eleanor eagerly when Patsy had finished speaking.