"You be a nurse and I'll be a doctor!" exclaimed Peggy.
"We've all told but you, Pat!"
"What are you going to be?"
Pat looked around the circle of earnest faces. It was a moment of noble thoughts, of precious confidences!
"Girls, I'll tell you all a secret if you'll promise not to tell!"
"We'll promise!"
"Cross your hearts?"
"Cross our hearts and on our scout's honor."
"Well"--Pat hitched along to the center of the circle--"I'm going to be a poet! And I'm writing a ballad--right now," she mysteriously tapped her pocket from which protruded a long pencil and a corner of paper. "And it's about Aunt Pen!"
"Aunt Pen!" cried Renée.