“And the prettiest girl in Hampton.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“And she’s the best dressed——”
“Of course, my notions of dress are old fashioned, but even I could see that.”
“And she’s rich——”
“Well, I can’t help it, Peggy; I saw into that girl’s heart to-day—a mother can—even though I’m not her mother—and she’s not happy.”
“Mother!” cried Lilian. “Why, Gloria is simply bubbling with happiness. Don’t you think anybody would be perfectly radiant who had all she has?”
“I wonder if you couldn’t find it out, Lilian, and see if you couldn’t help her in some way—she——”
Peggy brushed away the thought of the incongruity of Lilian Moore, very much one of the masses in Hampton, acting as confidante and comforter to the lofty Gloria, whose position set her up to twinkle before the worshipful freshmen, star fashion.
“I don’t think anything is really bothering Gloria,” she said gently, “and there’d be no way for any of us to find out what it was if there were.”