That is
like Crazy Jane. You don't want to be called another 'Crazy Jane,' do
you? You will be if you persist in saying such silly things."
"Why don't you lecture Tommy?" demanded Margery, her eyes snapping
threateningly. "Tommy doesn't know a biscuit from an apple dumpling until
she gets it in her mouth."
"Tommy, please come in out of the heat," begged Hazel. "What are you doing
out there?"
"Telling my fortune," answered Tommy without raising her head from her
task. Hazel observed that Tommy was pulling a daisy apart. A heap of
daisies that she had pulled up by the roots, lay in her lap, regardless of
the dirt that was accumulating on her stiffly starched white dress. One by
one Tommy pulled the daisy petals from the flower, muttering rhythmically
to herself.
"Consulting the Oracle," sniffed Buster. "Did you ever hear of anything so
silly?"
"We all do silly things," answered Hazel wisely.
"I go, I thtay; I go, I thtay; I go, I thtay; I go--Oh!" Tommy glanced up
with an expression of disgust on her face.
"Didn't it come out to suit you?" smiled Hazel Holland.
"No," pouted Tommy, screwing up her small face. When animated, Grace's was
an impish face, made more so by the upward tilt of a much freckled nose.
"Go where?" I questioned Margery, now evincing a mild interest in Tommy's
affairs.
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