“Very well,” she answered. “Sit here.” She pointed imperiously to the chair and laughed nervously.
“But——”
“Oh, very well, then!”
Phillip tumbled into the seat.
“Now,” continued Betty, “you must promise to do as I say.”
“Yes, Betty dear,” he murmured, reaching vainly for her hand. She took up her place behind him, leaning over the chair-back.
“You must close your eyes and—and no matter what happens you mustn’t open them until I say you may. Will you promise?”
“Y-yes,” answered Phillip. He closed his eyes.
“Now fold your hands.” He obeyed with a sigh.