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permission from Dad to sell it. He put it in our safe-deposit vault, you know, for fear I’d lose it.”
    “Well, then,” Honey said discouragedly, “what good is it to us?”
    “Plenty,” Trixie told her. “I’ve just got to get Dad to take it out of the bank for a while. Then I can give it to Mr. Lytell as security. You know what I mean.”
    “No, I don’t,” Honey replied. “What’s nosy old Mr. Lytell got to do with our wrecked clubhouse?”
    “Oh, Honey,” Trixie cried impatiently. “Sometimes you jump around in your conversation so fast that nobody knows what you’re talking about. At other times, like now, you have a one-track mind. Can’t you see that I’m talking about Brian’s car?” Honey shook with laughter. “Speaking of people who jump around in their conversation, Trixie Belden, you’re much worse than I am. But now I do understand. If you give Mr. Lytell your ring as security, he’ll hold the jalopy until we can earn enough money to pay Brian back the fifty dollars he loaned us. But how?” she asked. “How are you going to get your father to take the ring out of the bank?”
    “That,” Trixie admitted, “I’ve got to figure out somehow.”
    Honey stared vacantly around her dainty room. “If only,” she said reflectively, “everyone didn’t know how you hate jewelry and anything feminine.
    I mean, if you were like Di Lynch and me, your father wouldn’t die of surprise if you asked him if you could wear the ring for a few days. After all, it is yours, and almost any girl but you might want to wear it to a party or something.”
    It was Trixie’s turn to shake with laughter. “You and Di,” she pointed out between chuckles, “used to be frail and feminine, but since you two joined the Bob-Whites, I notice you both prefer blue jeans to frilly dresses.” Then she sobered. “You’ve got something there, Honey Wheeler. My parents and Brian and Mart would die of amazement if I suddenly got a yen to wear joo-wells. The thing for me to do is not to do it too suddenly. See what I mean?”
    Honey slid off the window seat and covered her face with her slim hands. “Oh, Trixie, you’re so funny. You’re forever telling me I don’t make sense when I talk, and you almost never make sense yourself.”
    Trixie giggled. “I know. We’re both terrible, Honey, but I’d still rather be the way we are instead of like Mart, who’s forever using such big words that nobody but a college professor could ever understand what he’s talking about. Mart,” she added thoughtfully, “is the one I’ve got to fool first. That’s not going to be easy. We’re practically twins, you know.”
    Honey uncovered her face and tugged at her bangs, frowning. “That I do know. In fact, you are twins for one whole month of the year, because your birthdays are exactly eleven months apart. But what that has to do with getting your ring out of the bank is beyond me. Please, Trixie,” she begged, “try to make sense for a change.”
    Trixie glared at her. “I am making sense. Mr. Lytell has promised Brian not to sell his jalopy to a dealer until next Saturday. Between now and then, I’ve got to get the diamond ring so I can give it to him as security. The only way I can possibly convince Dad that I should have it is for me to go feminine all over the place. As you pointed out, I can’t do that suddenly, so, between now and Friday, I’ve got to do it by degrees. Mart, to repeat myself, is going to be suspicious until the very end, so I’ve got to fool him first. Do I make myself clear?”
    “Yes,” Honey said in an awed tone of voice. “It’s all as simple as international intrigue, and I don’t think for one minute that you’re going to fool anybody, let alone Mart.” She grabbed Trixie’s hand and dragged her over to the full-length mirror that formed the door to rows of shelves. “Just look at yourself, Trixie Belden. Did you ever see anyone who looked less frail and feminine than