“I couldn’t at first,” she admitted. “But Phyllis took off her coat and I saw that pin, then I watched them when the next hymn began, and she never opened her lips, so I said to myself, ‘Janet has the voice.’”
“And, of course, Taffy looks as if she ought to sing, and she does,” Gwen added.
“She looks like Diana at the chase, with a bow in her hand, too,” Sally teased, “but she can’t shoot.”
Daphne blushed ever so slightly. “What an unfortunate turn the conversation has taken,” she drawled. “Poppy, we will meet you in the morning, of course any time you say.”
Janet nodded. “Love to, Poppy, I think it will be a lot of fun,” she said.
“It’s awfully decent of Miss Hull to give us a party,” Sally remarked. “I know it will be something rather nice, she always does things so beautifully!” She paused and added after a second, “Wish we could do something for her.”
It was only a germ of an idea, but it grew with amazing speed.
“I wish we could, too,” Gwen said first.
Then Prue added, “So do I.”
The rest nodded and it was Sally’s turn again.