“I was beginning to think of her as a friend,” objected Judy. “Everybody craves attention in one way or another. If she’s in trouble, isn’t it up to us to help her?”
“We have helped her,” Pauline reminded Judy. “We each gave her five dollars, didn’t we? I should think that was help enough.”
“Maybe money isn’t what she needs.”
Flo laughed at that. “Isn’t money what everybody needs? Quit dreaming, Judy. Why do you think all these people are rushing about like ants in an ant hill? If it isn’t to get money, it’s to spend it.”
“It’s more than that.” Judy wanted to explain, but the right words wouldn’t come. They had just entered the room where the closed circuit TV set was being viewed by the tourists.
“There’s nothing wrong with it now,” observed Pauline. “The picture is just as clear as ever. We’ll bring Clarissa back here—”
“If she’ll come.”
Flo, who had not yet seen herself on TV, stepped up before the camera. She frowned at her image framed in the TV set against the background of tall buildings. The picture was clear.
“If you hadn’t scowled at yourself you would have looked all right,” Judy told her.
“But my hair looked dull—”