"The tweezers!" cried Margaret.
"Oh! Of course!" exclaimed Frances. "That's what the tweezers are for!"
Undoubtedly it was, for, with the help of the tweezers, Frances very soon caught a bubble and popped it into her mouth.
Margaret, watching her, saw her eyes sparkle and a look of pleased surprise come over her face.
"That tastes, does it?" she asked.
For half a minute Frances did not reply; all she said was, "M-m-m," keeping her lips shut tight as though to let none of the taste escape; but presently she opened her mouth and said:
"Yes, that tastes. It's the very nicest thing I ever did taste: like—let me see—like pine-apple and strawberry jam and—and—I can't think what else. Wait till I try another. There are five left. I'll take two more and leave the rest for you."
So saying, she caught two more bubbles and then passed over the glass to Margaret, who, in turn, passed over the half-finished lemonade to her sister. As she did so, she saw an odd expression come over Frances' face.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied Frances. "I don't think there's anything the matter, but I have such a funny feeling—just as if I didn't weigh anything. I feel as if I wanted to get up and fly."