Meg's eyes were shining, as she bent forward eagerly to look at Peter.
"What can those two be talking about," thought Sheila as she suddenly came in sight of them. For the second time this afternoon she was not pleased. Meg seemed to her to be getting a little uppish. Had all the luxury and good things that she had showered upon her begun to spoil her? Anyhow Sheila was determined to put an end to that absorbing conversation and so wafted Peter off to another part of the garden, leaving Meg to entertain his friend as best she could.
"Well, how do you like Poynter?" asked Peter. "He was very anxious to see you."
"He is quite nice. You must bring him over again if he stays long enough. Will he be here next month?"
"No, he has to go next week."
"What a pity, as he could have come to my party and have heard the singer who is to make her debut on that day."
"What party and what singer? I've heard nothing about it."
"No I have only just decided. Now, Peter, I want you to keep a secret and to do all you can to help me. I've been longing to tell you about my plan."
"Who is the singer and when is the concert to be?"
"On the twelfth of July. Now don't say you cannot come."