"Di Jones, if you do," interposed Isa, "if you let on one word about this fix, you'll be turned straight out of our society. Didn't we promise secrecy till death?"
"Hush!" said Grace, soothingly; "let's hunt the baskets a little longer."
Accordingly they searched in all directions as long as they dared, then set their faces towards home, tired and discouraged. Lucy Lane stealthily wiped a few tears from her eyes.
"Pretty doings!" whispered Di, confidentially. "Gracie has got us into a curious fix."
Lucy wondered how Grace could be blamed, but had not the courage to take her part; so she merely gave a little groan, which Di understood to mean, "Yes, dear; just so."
Lucy was what Grace Clifford called a "yes-yes sort of girl;" she agreed with everybody.
"You see now, Lucy, if Grace had said, up and down, she wouldn't go to see this horrid old witch, why, we would not have stirred a step. Grace is our queen; oughtn't she to keep us out of mischief, pray?"
"Yes," said Lucy, "I think so too.—O, my silver teaspoon!"
Grace and Isa were also talking in confidence. In spite of the lost baskets Isa "walked on thrones."
"So queer, Gracie, what she said about Cassy Hallock!"