“Oh, please don’t, Frisky, please don’t!” she moaned. “I want to scream so, and I know I mustn’t. You look terrible in that white dress. Take down your hands, please, Frisky, please! I know it’s you, so why do you go on pretending? I never meant to tell Betty about your having the candle-shade. You said you’d forgive me. But you said you forgave Shirley, and then you frightened her so that she’ll never get over it. Oh, I mustn’t scream or they’ll find you out! Please, please go away, Frisky, and don’t try to frighten me any more.”