“A Christmas tree?”
“No; guess again.”
“About having a party?”
“No.”
“What was it?”
“When you guess right, I’ll tell you.”
“Wasn’t it about a rag baby?” said Henry, with a sneer.
“No, it wasn’t.”
They all guessed round several times, but none of them guessed right. By this time Flora was calm enough to unfold her great plan.
“Do you know there is a poor woman in Riverdale—”