But this—
The lure of letters was turned loud and seductive as the Blue Danube played on a golden flute by a boy king with his crown on!
Tess glanced up from her reading.
“How's your book?” she enquired.
“Oh, it's wonderful,” breathed Missy.
“Mine, too. Here's a description that reminds me a little of you.”
“Me?” incredulously.
“Yes. It's about the heroine—Phyllis. She's not pretty, but she's got a strange, underlying charm.”
Missy held her breath. She was ashamed to ask Tess to read the description of the strangely charming heroine, but Tess knew what friendship demanded, and read:
“'I am something over five-feet-two, with brown hair that hangs in rich chestnut tresses far below my waist.'”