“Is this the hospital?” she asked breathlessly
“Everything’s terrible,” wailed Judy. “I don’t know how Peter is. I couldn’t find him in the parade of golden-haired, faceless people. Honey, promise me!”
“I’ll promise anything,” came the sympathetic voice over the wire.
“Then promise—” Judy paused, trying to shake off the web of sleep that seemed to be holding her prisoner. Then, to her own surprise and Honey’s horror, she finished, “Promise me you won’t do anything to change the color of your hair!”
CHAPTER XIII
Before Daylight
“Judy, are you well?” Honey’s voice held a note of deep anxiety. She was calling all the way from Farringdon, Judy knew. Judy hadn’t meant to worry her. But how could she explain what she had just said when she didn’t understand it herself?
“I mean—” Now Honey was floundering for the right words. “Was it too much of a shock—about Peter? Or were you just trying to change the subject? This is certainly a strange time to be asking me about my hair.”
“I know. I was half asleep. Forgive me,” Judy said. “I was dreaming, I guess. This is the second time I’ve had the same dream. It still seems horribly real. I am worried, of course. I’m still waiting for the hospital to call.”
“Then I’ll hang up so they can.”