“Come on in!” invited Davy. “Chance to make your everlasting fortune—never saw good coin change hands so fast——”
She made her escape hastily. What had Packy meant! The kind of life she led—from man to man instead of from hand to mouth——At the Dairy lunch, over some poached eggs, she reflected that it was rather hand to mouth to-day.
It was nearing evening as she paid her check and started to walk back. There could be no explanation of Packy’s words except that he had deliberately lied. Yet that did not sound like Packy. Fast and flippant he undoubtedly was, but she could not picture him lying about a girl.
Suddenly, as she approached the apartment house, her heart came up in her mouth. Surely that was Packy’s car in front—and Packy himself in the act of stepping into it. She waved her veil at him wildly. If he should drive away now just as the solution to her questionings presented itself——But he saw her, and jumped out again as she came up to him.
“Joy! What doggone good luck. Jerry said she didn’t know where you’d gone or when you’d come back——”
“I think it’s good luck, too,” she said quietly. “I have a lot of questions to ask you.”
A window banged six stories up, and Jerry shrieked above them: “That you, Joy? Come on up—there’s somebody to see you!”
“That blond ninny who bumped into Grant and me at the dance that night,” Packy elucidated.
Jim Dalton! Life was too full of complications. She had as much as told him so—“I told him I was too busy to see him,” said Joy.
“Come on—we’ll go riding,” said Packy, and called up to Jerry—“Joy’s coming riding with me—better tell her company not to wait.”