Trixy was irresistible. She wore the simple uniform of Altmount, the white shirtwaist and dark blue skirt used by the older girls, and its very simplicity set off more effectively her almost faultless personality. With an arm around the pouting Gloria, and lips in close proximity to a left ear, she again cooed her request for the secret.
Gloria’s own lips lost their pout in a real surrendering smile, as she again attempted the tale.
“You see, that afternoon we came here there was so much confusion with baggage and so little time to dress——”
“And I warned you to fix up your finest.”
“Exactly. Well, I tackled, what I took for my own new, shiny, black trunk, and found it too hard to unlock——”
“You called in the Bean Pole?”
“No. I struggled and conquered.”
“Being you, you would.”
“But when the lid finally decided to come up I found the belongings within not mine.”
“Oh!” Trixy fell back a little and waited. Her exclamation was merely a polite acquiescence.