“Why,” faltered Trixy, “I think one is a good sport when she can lose without whining and when she tries to win over real obstacles. That’s what Hazel is doing. She wants to sing and she will walk rough shod over her best friends to learn how.”
“I don’t call that good sportmanship,” objected Gloria.
“Well, perhaps I put it too strongly. I should have said she would walk over obstacles. Of course friends can’t be obstacles.”
“If they understand,” qualified Gloria, just as Jennings drew up in the sedan.
“I waited until the very last moment to tell you Ben is coming out tomorrow,” dimpled Trixy. “I was afraid you might say you wouldn’t take a ride with us.”
“Ben Hardy!” There was surprise in Gloria’s voice. “Of course I’ll be glad to see him, in fact I was really going in to see him.” It was her dimples that played just now. “But I have a most important secret engagement for tomorrow afternoon.”
“After school?”
“Yes, directly after.”
“I know. It’s with Marty at Echo Park!”
“May-be,” admitted Gloria, accepting the affectionate little embrace offered by Trixy, and trying to express her own thanks for the hospitality, in between.