“And—and—can you remember what Miss Pearson wore?”
“Yes. A white organdie. It was very simple, but awfully nice for a summer dance. I wish I had been as sensible.”
Now for the final question! Mary Louise had to summon all her courage to put forth this one.
“Do you remember what kind of jewelry she had on? What color?”
Miss Tracey’s face lighted up with a smile.
“I know why you’re asking me these questions, Mary Lou!” she exclaimed. “You’re a society reporter on the Star—aren’t you? But I don’t see why you don’t ask me what I wore. Aren’t I as pretty and as important as Corinne Pearson?”
“You’re twice as important and five times as pretty, Miss Tracey!” replied Mary Louise instantly. “But I’m not a reporter-or even trying to become one.... I’ll explain some time later.... Just tell me about the jewelry, if you can remember.”
“All right, my dear. Corinne wore red with her white dress. Imitation rubies, I suppose. Earrings and necklace and two bracelets.”
“Oh!” gasped Mary Louise. “That’s what I want to know. Thank you, Miss Tracey, thank you just heaps!”