“You would think,” she said now, “that Mrs. Lumbard would be the excited one. How coolly she takes it.”
Miss Frink shook her pillowed head. “I think it is nothing in her life to play to a lot of rubes,” she remarked.
“They won’t care to be taught by her if she feels that way,” said Millicent stiffly.
Miss Frink laughed. She had learned to laugh in the last month. “I shouldn’t have said that. Don’t repeat it and ruin business. I’m just guessing; but I don’t believe any kind of an audience would disconcert her. Have you heard her play?”
“No.”
“Well, you have a treat in store. As Hugh says, nobody can hit the box like Ally.”
“Why does he call her Ally?”
“Because of her white hair. When she was working among the doughboys they called her an albino.”
“Is she one?” Millicent looked preternaturally serious.
“Search me,” returned the débutante carelessly. “Now, look here, Milly, I have another job for you. I want you to receive with me to-night.”