“Miss Impudence!” she said. “You ought to be in the nursery still.”
“Believe me,” said the incorrigible girl, grinning, “I never was very still in the nursery, or anywhere else. However, fearing that if I kept still now you would have a misapprehension concerning what the hospital committee means to do about raising the fund and the proposed entertainment, I will a tale unfold——”
“Pooh! What do you know about it?” scoffed Belle.
“Well, I ought to know a good deal. It was my idea,” Amy said proudly. “Wasn’t it, Jess?”
“I’d like to know what you mean?” exclaimed Belle, heatedly. “You can’t fool me.”
Jessie felt called upon to support her chum. Besides, it was true. Amy had really suggested the radio concert idea. She said so.
“Well!” ejaculated Belle Ringold, “if they think that I am going to be at the beck and call of you girls of Roselawn and help boost one of your schemes, I guess not!” and she sniffed audibly.
“Don’t be so sour, Belle,” laughed Amy. “Did anybody ask you to do anything about it?”
“I guess you don’t know everything,” Sally Moon said quickly, catching at a chance to make her friend feel a little better. “You may have started this radio concert idea, but it isn’t finished yet. Do you know what Miss Allister wants?”
“Something pretty good, I expect,” said Amy easily. “Miss Allister is awfully nice, if anybody should ask you.”