“I?” said Sandy in surprise. “Not at all.” He frowned at Spud, but that irrepressible young gentleman went on.
“I guess you didn’t know, Molly,” he said, “that Ned was appointed a committee of one to—”
“Shut up, Spud!” growled Ned.
“To get that pillow-case back. Ned’s our diplomat. Whenever he is extra nice to you you must be very careful. That’s his diplomacy. He’s after the pillow-case.”
“Oh, I’m not afraid,” answered Molly. “No one knows where it is, you see.”
“I do,” said Cal.
“Where?” asked Spud. But Molly gave a cry of alarm.
“Don’t tell him, Cal! Don’t you dare!”
“I guess it wouldn’t do him much good if I did,” said Cal. “He couldn’t get it.”
“N-no, I suppose not. Perhaps some day if you’re all just awfully nice to me I’ll give it back to you.”