“If you won’t go,” she announced, sitting up in bed, “I’ll get right straight up and go myself.”
Molly rose irresolutely.
“If I go, will you promise faithfully not to get out of bed for a single minute till I come back?”
Maud nodded emphatically.
“I’ll promise, cross my heart, and that’s the solemnest promise anybody can make, and if you break it something awful will happen to you. Mary told me it would. I’ll lie just as still, as still, and when you come back you can tell me all about the singing lady.”
“And will you gargle and take your powders all day without making any more fuss?”
“Yes, and I’ll give you my best paper doll, and all her dresses. Don’t you think I’m kind?”
Molly moved slowly towards the door.
“It seems an awful thing to do,” she said, “but I’ll only stay a minute, and I can’t let you get out of bed.”
