Passing Rosa’s room she saw the precious blue cape thrown carelessly over a chair. The sight of it brought on a new fit of bitterness, and she dashed into the room, grabbed up the cape, hugged it, as if it were her own, then threw it swiftly over her shoulders.
There was no one in that part of the house. Rosa had gone over to Durand’s and Nancy felt free to indulge in the coveted joy.
It was lovely! She stood under the big soft lights and gazed in the broad mirror, spellbound.
“It’s mine,” she whispered, “and I’ll always make believe I’m wearing it.”
Then came the test—Ted’s test.
Glad or sorry? Was she honestly, truly glad or sorry that she had not told Rosa all that Betty had told her about the contents of that box?
Rosa felt so kindly now toward Betty, and Betty would have bought her any sort of a cape she had wished for, could she have only known!
Again she whirled around and hugged closer the soft, white fur collar.
Then she heard a step, a very light step, and turning quickly, she found herself facing Orilla Rigney!