"
"I'll give you more than dictation, if you don't stop maundering,"
threatened Mollie. "A girl has about as much chance of saying anything
sensible--"
"Did you ever try?" queried Grace innocently, and Betty and Amy had to
form a human barrier between the two enemies.
"Goodness, please don't kill her, Mollie," begged the Little Captain, her
eyes twinkling. "Not till after breakfast, anyway. I want to give you a
chance to think it over."
"Yes, they're punishing murderers terribly," added Amy. "I heard Major
Adams say--"
"All right," Mollie agreed, "I'll let her off until after breakfast, but
for one reason and one only--"
"And that?" they queried breathlessly.
"I'll be stronger then!" she said.
CHAPTER XI
POLITE KIDNAPPERS
But it seems that breakfast "hath charms to sooth the savage breast," for
after Mollie had attacked and conquered the appetizing fruit and cereal,
ham and eggs, she seemed to forget all about her dire threat and smiled
amiably at her intended victim across the table.
"How long will it take you to get ready, Grace?" she inquired. "Can you do
it while Betty and I go around to the garage and back out the car?"
"Let Amy help you with the car this time," Betty objected before Grace
could reply. "I want to ask Mrs. Sanderson to go with us."
Mollie clapped her hand over her mouth in a gesture of dismay.
"Goodness," she reproached herself, "I almost forgot about her.
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