“Did she?”
“Yes. I cal—I guess if I had it I could get it back and she wouldn’t know.”
“I suppose you could—if you had it,” agreed Molly.
Cal eyed her askance.
“You might give it back to me, I think.” But Molly shook her head.
“No, it’s—it’s spoils of war. Besides, I shall keep it and make you all do just what I want.”
“What?” exclaimed Cal uneasily. “What—sort of things?”
“Oh, I haven’t decided yet. Not fully, that is. There’s one thing you must do, though. I want to learn to play tennis. I guess one of you can teach me that. And I want to see a football game.”
“Oh!” said Cal gloomily. Then, brightening up, “But your aunts won’t let you have anything to do with us,” he said hopefully.