cherry inside, and we both wanted it, and---- "

"You got it!" declared Mollie. "If you say I took it---- "

"That's right, Grace, you did have it," said gentle Amy. "Don't you
recall, you held it in one hand behind your back and told Billy to
choose?" Billy was Mollie's "chummy" name.

"That's so," admitted Grace. "And Mollie didn't guess right. I beg
your pardon, Mollie. It's so warm, and the prickly heat bothers me so
that I can hardly think of anything but that I'm going in and get some
talcum powder. I've got some of the loveliest scent-- the Yamma-yamma
flower from Japan."

"It sounds nice," murmured Betty. "But, girls---- "

"Excuse me," murmured Grace, making a struggle to arise from the
hammock-- never a graceful feat for girl or woman.

"Don't! You'll spill me!" screamed Betty, clutching at the yielding
sides of the net. "Grace! There!"

There would have been a "spill" except that Amy caught the swaying
hammock and held it until Grace managed, more or less "gracelessly,"
to get out.

"There's the empty box," she remarked, as it was disclosed where it
had lain hidden between herself and Betty. "Not a crumb left, Amy, my
dear. But I fancy I have a fresh box in the house, if Will hasn't
found them. He's always-- snooping, if you'll pardon my slang."