“I keep having these stupid headaches,” she said. “They come and go, and whenever I want to think they get worse. I suppose I have been very bad, and that all you say is right, but somehow I can’t think it out. Only there is one thing, Pen—if I were you I wouldn’t do wrong any more. It isn’t worth while.”
“It is quite worth while getting you cheered up,” said Pen, “so I thought I’d let you know.”
That same evening Briar and Patty held a consultation in their own room.
“We must do it after breakfast to-morrow,” said Patty.
Just then there was a slight rustle. Briar paused to listen.
“Those horrid mice have come back again,” she said. “We must get Tiddledywinks to spend a night or two in this room.”
“Oh, bother the mice!” was Patty’s response. “Let us arrange when we must see her.”
“I have planned it all out,” said Briar. “We must tell her just everything we know. She won’t be so terribly angry with Paulie, because poor Paulie is not well. But I suppose she will punish us terribly. I have been thinking what our punishment ought to be.”
“What?” asked Patty.
“Why, not to ride either of the ponies until after Christmas.”