"Goodness, I seem to make enemies whatever I do," said Betty plaintively. "I tell you what I'll do," she added, seized by inspiration.
"Take care," warned Grace, her mouth full of chocolate.
"We'll wait till some night when Grace has eaten a specially large amount of chocolates and ice cream——"
"We won't have to wait long," murmured Mollie.
"And then I'll invite you all to a seance," finished Betty, sitting back and looking tremendously satisfied with herself. "Then you can question Grace for yourselves."
"But does she actually answer you?" asked Amy, still incredulous. "I've heard of people talking in their sleep, but I never heard of anybody's answering questions intelligently."
"Goodness, she doesn't!" said Betty wickedly. "How can you expect people to do in their sleep what they can't do when they're awake?"
"Betty Nelson!" cried Grace—and if looks could kill, Betty's moments would have been numbered—"that's the worst yet. Now I am offended."
"Oh, dear," said Betty, while the others giggled merrily. "I always seem to be getting myself in wrong. Will you pass me some candy, Grace?"
"No," said the latter firmly. "I only give candies to them what deserves 'em. Mollie, come back with those—come back with them—I tell you—"