'Yes, I've been. I think I've been to—to the soul shop, Peggy.' She threw herself in the girl's arms.
'Is it—is it all right?' gasped Peggy.
'It's going to be,' said Airey Newton.
She put Trix at arm's length and gazed at her. 'They look beautiful, and you look beautiful. I wonder if you've ever looked like that before!'
'It's all gone,' said Trix, passing her hand across her eyes. 'All gone, I think, Peggy.'
'Oh, I can't stay here!' cried Peggy in dismay. For her eyes too grew dim; and now she could no more have sung than yawned. She caught Trix to her, kissed her, and ran from the room.
'I beg your pardon; you were quite right, sir,' she said to Tommy. 'I never ought to have gone in.'
'But, I say, what's happened, Peggy?' Of another's sin it seems no such great crime to take advantage.
'Everything,' said Peggy, with a comprehensive wave of her arms. 'Everything, Tommy!'
'They've fixed it up?' he asked eagerly.