Sherm laughed delightedly. “Chicken Little, you don’t need to tell me what’s the matter with you–I know.”
Chicken Little shot another indignant glance. “There isn’t anything the matter except what I 286told you–of course, it wasn’t anything really–only—”
“Yes, there is, Chicken Little, that was only a symptom.”
“Stop your fooling.”
“Don’t you want me to tell you?”
“No!”
“Bet you do–honest, don’t you?”
“I haven’t the least curiosity–so you can just stop teasing.” Jane was positively dignified.
“Well, I’m going to tell you, whether you want to hear it or not. You’re growing up, Chicken Little, that’s what’s the matter with our little feelings. But don’t forget you promised to give me part of Ernest’s place this winter. It was a bargain, wasn’t it?” Sherm reached over and took possession of her busy fingers. “Wasn’t it? Chicken Little Jane, wasn’t it?”
Jane looked at this new and astonishing Sherm and nodded shyly.