"Well, yes, I did. Everybody's trying it, dear. I had to. I didn't want to feel—left out."
Channing climbed to his feet, almost dumping his pretty wife on the floor. "All right," he said. "You tell me what you bought."
"You won't be mad?"
"I'm not saying."
"Then I won't tell you."
"Ellen—"
"Promise?"
"O.K. I promise."
Ellen skipped away from him toward the dining room. "Then come on inside and I'll show you."