'I told him how I stood—that I was pretty well ruined,' she explained, 'and he was so kind about it. And what do you think?' She paused for effect. Peggy had recourse to diplomacy; she flung her masses of hair to and fro, passing the brush over them in quick dexterous strokes as they went.
'Well?' she asked, with more indifference than was even polite, much less plausible.
But Trix noticed nothing; she was too full of the news.
'He told me there was a glimmer of hope for Glowing Stars!'
'He said that?'
Peggy's voice now did full justice to the importance of the tidings.
'Yes, hope for Glowing Stars. Peggy, if it should come out right!'
'If it should!' gasped Peggy. 'What did you say he said?'
'That there was hope for Glowing Stars—that I oughtn't to——'