She fled into her bedroom. She dragged out a coat. Sheila Pat was folding up her nightgown.
"Are you goin' out?" she demanded.
"Yes. Find me a hat, there's a sweet."
Sheila Pat crawled under the bed, and dived into a hatbox.
"Where are you goin'? I'll come, too."
Nell dissembled badly.
"Oh, we—we're only going just out—for a little while. Give me a hat, Atom."
Sheila Pat handed it to her in silence; she studied Nell's superlatively guilty face with calm disapproval.
"Why don't you own up that you're doin' somethin' secret?" she queried disdainfully.
"Oh, don't be silly, Atom! Oh, why won't my hat go on?"