"Can't you?" Peggy's tone was cheery.
"O, she's well enough. But to choose her for an intimate friend! You're the only one of us who really likes her, you know."
"It's lucky I like her so much, then," suggested Peggy, still reprehensibly cheerful.
"O, yes, it's lucky for her. Nobody would deny that. But as far as you're concerned, Peggy, I don't know. Of course the more intimate you get with her, the less you see-- Now, Peggy Raymond, I'd like to know what you're laughing at."
Peggy's pent-up chuckle had broken in on the conversation with rather startling effect. As a tease, Peggy was not an unqualified success, since she never had the heart to carry her teasing to the climax. "I was only laughing at your dragging Elaine into it," she explained blithely. "I'm not going to see her. I'm going to call on the Dunns."
Priscilla wavered between offence and curiosity. Peggy tipped the balance by giving her friend's arm a good-natured squeeze.
"The Dunns," repeated Priscilla hastily, as if glad to get away from the previous topic of conversation. "Where do they live?"
"Glen Echo Avenue."
"Pretty name, but I don't know it."
"It's over across the tracks, just beyond."