“I was trying to get daddy interested in her and in her lost cousin—if that was her cousin whom we saw carried off,” Jessie returned. “Come to think of it, I didn’t get very far with my story. I must talk to daddy again. But Momsy says he is much troubled over a case he has on his hands, an important case, and I suppose he hasn’t time for our small affairs.”
“I imagine that girl who was kidnaped doesn’t think hers is a small affair,” observed Amy Drew, dipping her spoon into the rich concoction that had been placed before her. “Oh, yum, yum! Isn’t this good, Jess?”
“Scrumptious. By the way, who is going to pay for it?”
“Oh, my! Haven’t you any money?” demanded Amy.
“We-ell, you suggested this treat.”
“But you should stand it. You won the prize coat,” giggled Amy.
“I never saw the like of you!” exclaimed Jessie. “And you say I am not fit to carry money, and all. Have you actually got me in here without being able to pay for this cream?”
“But haven’t you any money?” cried Amy.
“Not one cent. I shall have to hurry back to the parish house and beg some of Momsy.”
“And leave me here?” demanded Amy. “Never!”