I could be enjoying the prospect of having whatevah it is all the rest of the day." Betty clapped her hands over her mouth, and rocked back and forth on the bench, her eyes shining mischievously.
"_Do_ go away," she begged.

"_Don't_ ask me! It's so lovely that I can hardly keep from telling you, and I'm afraid if you stay here I'll not have strength of character to resist." "Tell _us_, Betty," suggested Kitty.

"Lloyd will hide her ears while you confide in us." "No, indeed!" laughed Betty.

"The cat is half out of the bag when a secret is once shared, and I know you couldn't keep from telling Lloyd more than an hour or two." Just then Lloyd, leaning forward, pounced upon something at Betty's feet.

It was the sample of pink chiffon that had dropped from the envelope.
"Sherlock Holmes the second!" she cried.