“Goody for you!” chanted Rosa. “And go ahead—tell.”
“Well, she asked me not to tell you when she had been here one night,” began Nancy, taking another chair for a fresh start in the narrative. “I didn’t then, as it couldn’t make much difference—”
“She came sneaking in here—”
“She came through the hall the night the things came from Boston,” went on Nancy. “And I might just as well tell you all about it.”
“All?”
“Yes. I was standing right over there trying on the blue cape—”
“Nancy! You liked that cape!”
“Yes, but I like the red one—”
“You don’t. I know now. That cape was intended for you and I’m a greedy thing to have grabbed it. Of course, you wouldn’t even hint—”
Nancy was a little confused now. She had never expected the blue cape issue to come up again. But Rosa was positive and would not listen to Nancy’s protests.