"All right," she said, pleased at the idea.
Michael came into the hut through, the back door. From his own room he had heard Bully calling and then explaining why he and Roy O'Mara were there.
"Don't go, Sophie," Michael said.
"But why, Michael?" Disappointment clouded Sophie's first bright pleasure that the men had sent for her to sing to them, and her eagerness to do as they asked.
"It's not right ... not good for you to sing down there when the boys 've been drinking," Michael said, unable to express clearly his opposition to her singing at Newton's.
"Don't be a spoil-sport, Michael," the boys at the door called when they saw he was trying to dissuade Sophie.
"Come along, Sophie," Roy called.
She looked from Bully and Roy to Michael, hesitating. Theirs was the call of youth to youth, of youth to gaiety and adventure. She turned away from Michael.
"I'm going, Michael," she said quickly, and swung to the door. Michael heard her laughing as she went off along the track with Bully and Roy.
"Did you know Mr. Armitage is up?" Roy stopped to call back.