"Well?" Phyllis demanded, "what did Sally want?"
Janet finished her candy and selected another before she answered.
"Sally called up to tell me that our costumes would be ready to try on at four o'clock to-day and that she would call for us in Daphne's car."
"Oh, how nice Taffy can be when she wants to." Phyllis was now wide awake. "Did Sally say when the not-to-be-hurried Miss Pringle intended to finish our things?"
"To-morrow, not later than twelve o'clock."
"Do you think she really will have them done then?"
"I should hope so; she's had them for ages," Janet replied. "Now, Phil, do keep still and let me read in peace until the girls come, I have a corking story and I'm just in the middle of the most thrilling part."
"What is it?" Phyllis inquired.
"'The White Company,' by Conan Doyle," Janet replied.
"Oh, I've read that and it is a thriller. I won't bother you any more." She turned her attentions to the candy box, and then because she was now too wide awake to dream lazily on the lounge again she went over to the window and looked out.