“Well then, here, let us clasp hands—that’ll do equally well,” said Fanchon. “We’ll never, any of us, tell to anybody, what is about to take place in this bedroom. I, Fanchon Amberley, promise.”
“And I, Josephine Amberley, promise,” cried Josephine.
“And I, Nina Amberley, promise,” exclaimed little Nina.
“Now, Nina, lock the door,” said Fanchon.
Nina did so.
“Who’ll show first?” she asked, her small face crimson.
“Oh—it’s something to show?” said Fanchon. “Well, you’ll show first, of course—you’re the youngest.”
“Must I?” said Nina. “You’re the eldest, you ought to begin.”
“Nothing of the sort: the greater comes last.”
“I wonder if it is greater!” said Nina.