“Tell us about the time you were a movie actress.” This from Miriam.
Sue, dispirited, shook her head. “You must take off those things, children., Put them back in the closet. Your mother wouldn't like it if she saw you.”
Instead of obeying, Miriam leaned close to her ear and whispered: “I've seen movies. Yesterday with the girls—after school. There was a wild west one, Clarice of the Canyon, and a comedy where he falls through the ceiling and all the plaster comes down on the bed and then the bed goes through another ceiling and all. It was awfully funny.”
Sue mentally cast about her for guidance in the part she had promised to play. She deliberately frowned. “Does your mother know about it, Miriam?”
The girl, bright-eyed, shook her head.
“Then it was wrong.”
Miriam still watched her, finally saying: “Do you know why I told you?”
Sue, feeling rather helpless, shook her head.
“Because I knew you wouldn't tell on me.”
Sue pursed her lips.