“Too bad,” sighed Laurie. “I was about to propose that a half hour before midnight we get together to celebrate in just that way. I think I can pick up a person or two whose secrets would be of interest to some people I know.”
“That would be wonderful,” exclaimed Lucile. “But must we select one person, only one?”
“One, that’s all.”
“And ask him just three questions; no more?”
“Not another one.”
“Eenie-meenie-minie-mo,” exclaimed Lucile, pointing her finger first at Cordie, then at Laurie,
“Catch a monkey by the toe,
If he hollers, let him go,
Eenie-meenie-minie-mo.
“Laurie, you’re my choice,” she laughed. “I’ll ask three questions of you, though goodness knows I’d like to ask them of Cordie.”