"Here we offer you a
whole silver service, and you're not satisfied."
Mollie looked from one to the other of her two tormentors in pathetic
bewilderment.
"Please, _please_!" she begged. "Mother'll be wild when she hears about
the silver. But oh, I do want that jet necklace almost more than
anything in the world! Don't tease me any more, please."
At this appeal, Will's heart softened, and, with a quick movement, he
drew his hand from behind him, disclosing to four pairs of incredulous
eyes the precious jet necklace.
"Here it is," he announced triumphantly.
Mollie grasped the heirloom with a little cry of joy. Then she threw her
arms about Betty's neck, and began to laugh hysterically.
"Don't mind me," she gasped, as the boys looked on mystified. "I--I
can't help it! I'm just so--so happy!"
Betty patted her chum's shoulder, soothingly.
"Now, see what you've gone and done," she accused poor Will.
"I--I didn't know----" he was beginning, but he seemed destined not to
finish his sentences that day.
Mollie, a creature of moods, withdrew herself from Betty's arms and
favored the promising young detective with an ecstatic little hug that
amazed and delighted that young gentleman immensely.
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