“He was pledged not to tell, but just see the stationery.” The envelope was passed around; all commented favorably.
“You see,” began Alma, “this was written as a confession.”
The older girl shouted again. Treble nudged Wyn almost off the bench.
“Don’t mind them, Alma, I’m listening,” said Betta sharply.
“Oh, we all are,” chimed in Doro.
Alma folded her letter. “If you are—going to—tease——” she faltered.
“Here!” yelled Thistle, quite uncorporal like, “The very first one that speaks will be dumped into the lake. Proceed Alma.”
From that point things went along better. Again Alma looked promising.
“As I said, the letter is a confession.” Then ignoring a number of subdued interruptions, she went on. “It is signed ‘Your loving prince.’”
Could you blame them for howling?