“I guess I know three,” Chicken Little had been thinking.
“I bet you don’t—where?”
“Oh, Katy, ladies don’t bet,” interrupted Mrs. Halford reprovingly.
“I just forgot, Mumsey, but all the girls most, say it—you’re so very particular.”
“You’ll be glad I am some day, I hope.”
“Maybe, but I—I’m not just now. And anyhow Jane doesn’t know where I’m going to hang my baskets.”
“I do too, but I’m not going to tell.”
“You don’t either—you’re ’fraid to tell ’cause you don’t!”
Katy was crowding the truth pretty close. Chicken Little started to protest again when Gertie came to the rescue.
“You’re going to hang one for Miss Burton—I heard you say so—and one for Cousin May, aren’t you?”