“You are nice, Bet!” exclaimed Hester.
“Now I want to speak,” said Betty. “You know the packet?”
The two younger girls squeezed Betty’s hands by way of answer.
“You know how she spoke to-night?”
Another squeeze of Betty’s hands, a squeeze which was almost ferocious this time.
“Do you think,” continued Betty, “that she is going to have her way, and we are going to give it up to her?”
“Of course not,” said Sylvia.
“I might,” said Betty—“I might have asked Mrs. Haddo to look after it for me; but never now—never! Girls, we’ve got to bury it!”
“Oh Bet!” whispered Sylvia.
“We can’t!” said Hester with a sort of little pant.