Appealing blue eyes looked up at her. An enormous but attractive mouth broke into a grateful smile.
"It's jolly decent of you," said a voice of incredible childishness. "Are you sure?"
"Rather!" said Marjorie. "Will you get inside, or sit by me?"
"By you, please."
"All right! Come along!"
Marjorie cranked her engine, and took her place at the wheel. Her new little friend snuggled down beside her.
"You are strong!" she said admiringly. "And yet you don't look very hefty. Your hands are lovely. How do you keep them so nice, doing this kind of work?"
"They are my vanity!" laughed Marjorie. "I sit up half the night trying to keep my nails in order. I wonder if it's worth while: I sometimes feel inclined to let them rip—for the duration! Where can I take you?"
"The Imperial Theatre, if you don't mind. I have a rehearsal at three, and it's after that now. I shall get a telling-off, as usual, I suppose. Well, I'm not worrying: such is life!"
"Are you on the stage?" asked Marjorie, genuinely thrilled.