“She told Marian so last night.”
Chicken Little got to her feet and shot two feet 386into the air with a whoop of joy. “Goody! Goody!! Goody!!!”
“Save a little breath, Jane. I know something better than that. Promise you won’t tell–your mother would skin me if she knew I were giving away her cherished plans.”
“Don’t be afraid, she just wants me to act surprised, and I can do it a lot better if I know about it before hand.”
“Well, she’s coming on at Christmas time for a visit in Centerville, and she’s going to take you on to visit Ernest.”
“Sherm, truly?”
“That’s what she said.”
Chicken Little gave an ecstatic hop. “Sherm,” she exclaimed presently, a new idea striking her, “I can go to that hop with Carol!”
“Carol?” Sherm sat up a little straighter. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t you remember that letter I got from Carol? You don’t remember a single thing about it, do you? He wrote to ask me if I wouldn’t come on some time and go to a Navy hop with him. He said he was asking me in time so I couldn’t promise anybody else.”