“Who—where—where?” Jane crowded up excitedly to the window.
“You might as well tell her,” said Carol.
So Chicken Little was initiated into the mysteries of the feud and found it both interesting and terrifying.
“Do you s’pose they’ll try to get in?” she quavered.
“Oh—Oh—there he goes!” she shrieked.
“Shut up,” Sherm’s hand was clapped firmly over her mouth.
“If you can’t keep still you go straight to Mother. Do you hear?” added Ernest sternly.
But at this juncture “Mother’s” voice was heard calling:
“Alice is ready for you now, boys. Try not to make too much muss.”
“Well, let’s go and make the candy now and we can slip out after a while.”