Gloria was abreast of the car. She could see the passenger, and noticed her impatience to start.
“Well?” asked Dave. “What kin I do fer you?”
“I came to meet Mrs. Corday,” replied Gloria. “I thought perhaps this may be she.”
Dave turned and bestowed a questioning look at the woman within the limousine. Evidently the lady had heard Gloria’s statement for she smiled and looked out quite sociably. Quickly Gloria followed up the opportunity through the open door.
“Why, yes. I’m Mrs. Corday,” repeated the woman pleasantly.
Her first impression was favorable, and in acknowledgement of it Gloria smiled her bravest.
“Oh, I’ve been sent to meet you,” she said. “Would you mind stepping out again? I have another friend, just arrived.”
The gorgeous beaded bag was picked up from the seat, and the woman in the Burgundy tailor-made suit, squirrel collared, and with the elaborate hat all plumes and flotsam, easily stepped over a small leather bag and descended to the tar walk.
Dave “looked daggers” at Gloria, but she wasn’t looking his way. She was, instead, thanking her lucky stars that the much dreaded Steppy, was, after all, no worse than an unnatural blonde, over dressed and over affable.
“My dear! You came to meet me?” she gushed. “Wasn’t that sweet of you? You’re a friend of little Jacquinot’s, of course?”