“I think she’s a pretty decent sort of kid. Anyhow, I’ll try.”
“But, Jinky, she’s ill—didn’t come down to dinner. She sent me word that she had an awful headache. There’s no use wasting time over her.”
“I’ll have a try at it,” persisted Jinky.
“Jinky!” said Serena, with fervor. “You’re a simply wonderful pal to me! I’ll never forget this—never!”
“I hope you won’t,” replied Jinky.
She went on up the stairs, and knocked on the Moriarty girl’s door.
“Who is it?” asked a cold voice.
“Let me in! I want to speak to you.”
The door was opened. Jinky went in and closed the door after her.
“Yes?” said Geraldine.