“Oh, Gloria, child,” she laughed, “I can see your trouble isn’t going to be such a bugaboo after all. Go on and tell me now.”
“And I’ve never managed my own money——”
“Now we’re coming to it,” thought Peggy.
“And, Peggy, you may not believe it, but we aren’t so very rich, after all. I know that everybody says I’m a millionaire, but—we haven’t anything so very much, really. And I was always the first one asked to contribute to everything—and I had to give quite a bit as president——”
“Ye-es,” mused Peggy, “I never thought of that side of it.”
“And I was expected to wear the most wonderful clothes—I heard the girls make the remark that Glory Hazeltine never wore the same evening dress twice—and—and I was vain. I’ve seemed indifferent, Peggy, I know, but in my heart I was vain. I’m just beginning to find myself out.”
“You’ve found yourself out wrong,” mused Peggy aloud, “and you are no vainer than any other girl would be in your position and with your assets.”
“Well, then, I’m sorry for the others.”
“Your story is that you were fiendishly extravagant, isn’t that all?”
“All? Oh, Peggy!”