“Go ahead!”
“Then please listen.”
“All ears.”
Gloria tossed her head up defiantly. “One doesn’t peg confidences at another’s head,” she pouted.
“Now, Glo, darling,” cooed Trixy. “I does truly want to hear. Be a lamb and tell me.”
Settling anew Gloria began:
“It’s about trunks——”
“The portable, or athletic?”
“Now, Trixy!”
“But you do offer such bait for little fishes, pet, I just can’t resist. I had trunks on my mind. The basket ball squad is considering something like them to pad out for rough play. But tell me, like a pet, what about your trunks?”