"If it's as funny as all that I think you might share it with us," added Grace.
"Oh, it isn't funny," gasped Mollie, "it's h-horrible."
Then as suddenly as she had begun to laugh, she began to cry with great sobs that tore themselves from her and seemed utterly beyond her control.
Alarmed, the girls soothed and patted and comforted her till finally the storm had passed and she became more quiet.
"You must think I'm a p-perfect idiot," she sputtered, raising swollen eyes to them. "I don't know what in the w-world g-got into me. I just went all to pieces."
"So we see," said Betty, while she gently wiped Mollie's eyes with a clean handkerchief. "But please don't do it again," she added whimsically. "I don't believe we could survive another one."
"But it's made me feel better," said Mollie, a minute later, as though the discovery surprised her. "It's made me feel lots better," she added.
"I wonder if we couldn't all try it," suggested Amy.
"Yes, how do you get that way," added Grace, with interest. "I'm willing to try anything once."
"It—it isn't pleasant while it lasts," said Mollie, adding with a suggestion of a smile: "And I doubt if I could give you the recipe."