“Two what?”
Chicken Little wriggled uneasily and got rather red in the face.
“Two beaux.”
Marian suppressed a laugh.
“Why, Chicken Little, I think you are a little young to be talking about beaux. I wouldn’t, if I were you. Carol is Ernest’s friend and he does lots of nice things for you. And you certainly don’t want to neglect Johnny when he was so kind about giving you the flowers. It would be very nice for you to show your appreciation by hanging a basket for each of them. I’ll write the names for you, if you want me to—then they won’t recognize the writing.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t tell Katy or Ernest—or Mother, will you?”
“I won’t tell a living soul, dear, this shall be our very own secret.”
“Katy’s going to hang one to Ernest,” said Chicken Little shamelessly betraying Katy’s secret just after she had secured Marian’s promise to keep her own.