"I—I'd love to. If I have anything to wear——" She hesitated.
"Well, unpack the old gripsack," grinned Fay, "and we'll soon find out."
A moment later, she was shaking out the folds of an extremely simple foulard. Another moment, and Clancy was in her knickers. Fay eyed her.
"Dance? Stage-dances, I mean. No? You oughta learn. Some pretty shape, kid. Here, lemme button this."
For a moment, Clancy hesitated. Fay patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't make any mistake about me, Florine. I'm the right kind of people for a little girl to know, all right."
"Why—why, of course you are!" said Clancy. Without further delay she permitted Fay to return her service of a while ago and hook up the pretty foulard.