A few minutes later Connie joined Andy, who sat on the steps of the kitchen door enjoying a breath of fresh air.
“Is Miss Rennie rich, Andy?”
“An ’ole barrel o’ dough.”
“Is—is she beautiful?”
“I’ve ’eard so, Connie.”
A short pause ensued while she searched the pockets of her overalls and produced several neatly folded papers. She extracted one, pressed it smooth, then passed it to Andy.
“Does Miss Rennie dress like that?”
It was a photograph of an actress dressed for the street, taken from one of the magazines that Donald had given her.
“I think so, Connie.”
“Oh! She must be wonderful, then!” said Connie earnestly.