“And then,” put in Pearl with dancing eyes, “Peggy started us to making it a dance for four. And we’ve had such a good time that—”
“That we didn’t miss you at all,” broke in Bobby.
“And,” added Francis, looking at his wrist watch, “we didn’t even notice it was an hour past dinner time.”
“Look,” said Compton to the director. “Could you, from here to New York, find four sweeter children?”
“And they’re all first-rate actors, too,” said the manager, who looked as happy as though he had come into a fortune. “Compton, I think you have hit upon a big thing.”
“I know it,” said Compton.
The children meanwhile had put their heads together, literally and figuratively.
“You do it,” said Peggy to Bobby.
“No, you do it. It’s your dance, anyhow.”
“All right,” sighed Peggy. Then advancing to the two elders, she went on: