Katy put her mouth close to her mother’s ear and hurriedly mumbled six names.
“That’ll do—it feels as if you were exploding firecrackers in my ear. I guess I got them all.”
“I heard, too,” piped Chicken Little and Gertie almost in concert.
“You didn’t either!” Katy looked up indignantly.
“I did, too. You said Miss Burton and Cousin May and Marian Morton and Papa and Grace Dart and Ernest—so there!” Gertie reeled off the names almost as quickly as Katy had.
“Gertie Halford, I think that was real mean of you to tell.”
“I heard them all but Ernest, anyhow,” Chicken Little said quickly.
“Jane Morton, if you ever tell Ernest I’m going to hang a May basket to him, I’ll never speak to you again.”
“You don’t need to get so mad—I wasn’t going to tell, but I just guess you told on me—and——”
“And what?” demanded Katy icily.