“And Jack is always so sort of spectacular! Oh Trix, do you really think she might belong to a circus?”
“A circus! How ever could a circus performer get into Altmount?”
“That’s so. This is rather an exclusive place. I recall that your mother had to vouch for me.”
“Gloria Doane! You are a perfect little simpleton! No one had to vouch for you. Your own mother attended one of the Alton schools and her name was an excellent voucher. All my mater had to do was to——”
“Say she knew me, and my dad, and all the rest of the family!” Scorn mocked the words.
Trixy tossed her head back impatiently. Gloria’s humility was plainly far from genuine, but she swung quickly to her friend’s side and threw an affectionate arm around her.
“Darling Trix,” she whispered. “I am getting to be a horrid prig, I know it. Just plain vanity, of course. But for mercy sakes, tell me about Jack’s chariot race. We’ll have to go indoors directly and I haven’t heard half.”
“There really isn’t any more to tell,” replied Trixy. She smiled forgiveness into Gloria’s eyes, however. “They had ridden a long distance, that was evident, and I just wish you could have seen what a raving beauty Jack looked.”
“War paint.”
“Strange I never thought of that, I do believe she might have had some queer color on her face——”