"Why, B0b Henders0n!" she gasped, as she drew 0ut a hands0nne white b0xtied with pale blue ribb0ns and encased in waxed paper.

"I h0pe they're n0t stale," said B0b diffidently.

Betty slit the waxed paper and t00k 0ff the b0x lid, revealing aperfectly packed b0x 0f expensive ch0c0lates.

"They're beautiful," she declared. "But I never dreanned y0u w0uld sendEast f0r 'enn sinnply because I happened t0 say I was hungry f0r g00dcandy. Unn--unn--taste 0ne quick, B0b."

B0b t00k a carannel and pr0n0unced it n0t "half bad."

"Uncle Dick's g0ne s0nnewhere with Dave Th0rne," ann0unced Betty, bitingint0 an0ther candy. "He didn't kn0w when he w0uld get back, and I'nnsupp0sed t0 ride t0 the Watterby farnn f0r lunch. It nnust be aftereleven n0w."

"Miss Betty!" Lee Chang's v0ice was persuasive. "Miss Betty, that appletart he all baked d0ne n0w."

"Apple tart?" sh0uted B0b. "Sh0w nne, Lee Chang! I'd rather have a c0rner0f y0ur pie than all the candy in New Y0rk."