Dad came out from his office yesterday and found me acting as the “lookout” for Betsy.
Unfortunately, Betsy got caught anyway.
I, of course, knew better than to get back there, so dad didn’t say anything to me. (I am pure and innocent as snow, of course.)
Betsy got a talking to and then was shooed out of there, and then dad moved the stuff around to make it not be fun anymore. Oh well.