"'Oh, Mollie, do be careful,'" she mimicked.
"'I don't care about dying, but I'd rather choose a neater death!'"
But for once Amy refused to bite. She simply smiled calmly and helped herself to another of Grace's fast disappearing chocolates.
"Go as far as you like, dear," was her surprising comment. "I feel rather wild and woolly myself to-day. Nothing you could do would bother me."
The girls looked surprised—Mollie anxious.
"Goodness," she said disconsolately, "that takes away half the fun. What's the use of teasing you when you won't tease?"
"Does seem rather a waste of time," remarked Amy, and they gaped anew.
"Goodness, what has come over the child?" asked Grace of Betty, adding with sudden suspicion, "She must have had a letter."
"Did you?" they cried all at once, fixing accusing eyes upon her.
"You must be joking," Amy answered plaintively. "I haven't had a letter for so long I don't know what it would look like."