"Josie Pye will be just like her when she grows up," said Diana. "Josie's mother and Aunt Atossa are cousins, you know.
"Speaking of stories, Diana," remarked Anne, in a significant, confidential tone, "do you know that lately I have been wondering if I could write a short story -- a story that would be good enough to be published?"
"Why, of course you could," said Diana, after she had grasped the amazing suggestion.
Don't mention this to any one, Diana. I haven't told anybody but you and Mr.
Harrison know about it?" demanded Diana scornfully.
She pulled her arm away from Anne, as if in resentment, and ran downstairs, where she was gayer than ever, apparently so much absorbed in bantering her two swains that Diana and Anne felt rather out of it and soon went away.