See if it wants pressing." "I will," said she.

Suddenly she couldn't stop herself.

She ran at Laurie and gave him a small, quick squeeze.

"Oh, I do love parties, don't you ?" gasped Laura.
"Ra-ther," said Laurie's warm, boyish voice, and he squeezed his sister too, and gave her a gentle push.

"Dash off to the telephone, old girl." The telephone.