“Did you take the bread?” Chicken Little had fire in her eye.
Sherm tried guile. “Chicken Little, do I look hungry enough to steal your bread? Mrs. Morton has been feeding me on good things ever since I came, why should I want to make away with four loaves of bread?” Sherm was almost eloquent.
“Nevertheless,” observed Katy, “you don’t deny that you took it.”
Try as they would, they could get no satisfaction from the boys.
“Well, I know they did and I’m going to make ’em wish they hadn’t.” Chicken Little puckered up her brow to think hard.
“Of course they did or Sherm would have denied it instanter. Let’s think up something real mean.” Katy stood ready to second any effort.
Gertie had been in a brown study. “The boys are going off some place to-night. I heard Ernest ask your mother if she had cleaned that spot off his Sunday suit, where somebody spilled ice cream on him at the party.”
“I bet they’re going to see Mamie Jenkins ... they’re trying to sneak off without our knowing it.” Jane’s indignation was not lessened by this news.
170Katy leaned forward and whispered something.
Jane and Gertie clapped their hands.