Chicken Little giggled, appreciating the joke.
“Somebody you know very well,” added Katy with emphasis.
“It can’t be Frank?” Marian queried.
The children laughed in derision.
“You’re getting a little bit warm,” suggested Katy.
“Only a little bit warm—let me see—it’s Dr. Morton. No?—then it must be Dick Harding.”
Katy shook her head.
“I’m certainly a poor guesser. Is it Sherm?”
Jane was delighted with Marian’s pretending and Gertie was burning to assist.
“He was here this morning,” Gertie encouraged.