It flew off the rug and rolled boldly over the wood floor but Babs didn’t go after it. She picked another shooter from the little pool of marbles she had spilled out and took aim at a little brown “migg.”
“Now Miggsy,” she said aloud, for no one could have heard her, “I’ve got to get you.”
But her aim was not true and the “migg” never moved.
She tried again and hit the pretty blue “glassy.” Squatting back against her heels Barbara laughed merrily.
“Just like Nicky,” she was thinking. “Little and brown and defiant. That’s the reason he’s so interesting,” and she took another shot at the migg.
Over the floor rolled noisily a number of the agates, but the smallest one of all still escaped, that is, it took but a few turns and still stuck to the rug.
“Guess I’ve forgotten how to shoot,” Barbara concluded, gathering up the marbles and dropping them one by one into the bag. “I’ll give these to Nicky.”
The jangling of the telephone disturbed her. She hurried down stairs to answer the call.
“Yes, this is Babs. Hello Cara! What’s the excitement?” was what she said into the transmitter.
After a very brief pause Babs’ voice was heard answering again.