"I know, but what does she say?" asked Mollie impatiently.
"Goodness, I've missed a lot."
"Well, I remember one conversation we had," began Betty reflectively.
"Betty," Grace broke in imploringly, "I had a mistaken notion that you were a friend of mine."
"I am, dear," answered Betty soothingly. "I won't give away any secrets—not many, anyway——"
"Betty," cried Grace desperately, "I'll stop you if I have to use force."
"We'll protect you, Betty," Mollie promised. "Go ahead, tell us about that conversation."
"It was very interesting," complied Betty, with exasperating deliberation, and eyes brimming over with fun. "It seems to me we were discussing some of the boys we knew——"
"Betty," cried poor Grace again, her face flaming, "if you say one word more, I'll never speak to you again."
"Well, in that case," said Betty, settling back and looking disappointed, "I suppose I'll have to let you out."
"That's a nice way to treat us, I should say," cried Mollie disgustedly. "Just get our curiosity aroused and then sit on it. No, you needn't try to make it up by offering me candy, Betty. I'm just peeved."