"Particular, are you? I'm glad of that. All the more credit to me if you'll be my friend."
"I didn't say I was your friend."
"But you're going to be, aren't you? I know something about singing. I've studied music. Perhaps I could help you."
"You! You've studied? Lord of Love! You're not lyin', are you?"
He laughed. "No. I'm not lying. I was educated to be a musician."
She stared at him now with a new look in her eyes but said nothing. So Peter spoke again.
"Do you mean to say you've never thought of studying singing?"
"Oh, yes," she said slowly at last, "I've thought of it, just as I've thought of goin' in the movies and makin' a million dollars. Lots of good thinkin' does!"
"You've thought of the movies?"
"Yes, once. A girl went from the glass factory. She does extra ladies. She visited back here last winter. I didn't like what it did to her."