Tootsie put the bill from her with the gesture of a tragedy queen, stood up, straightened her skirt and said:
"Just you wait, thief!"
"What are you going to do?"
"My business."
"You're not going to tell?" said Skippy, who had no doubt of her intention.
"Oh dear no! Oh no indeed!" said Tootsie, moving to depart.
Skippy sprang ahead, slammed the door, locked it and pocketed the key.
"What good does that do?" said Tootsie disdainfully.
"You'll not leave this room until you swear a solemn oath," said Skippy desperately.
"All right, I guess I can wait if you can," said Tootsie, settling down. "But I pity you when Dad gets hold of you—thief!"