“Imagine!” Irene exclaimed, still bubbling with enthusiasm, “our own spending money and an opportunity to meet the most interesting people——”
“You mean Dale Meredith?”
Did Judy imagine it or was there the smallest trace of bitterness in Pauline’s voice?
“Well, perhaps I do,” Irene replied.
CHAPTER VI
THE NEW YELLOW GOWN
In spite of the opportunity presented, a whole week passed by without a sign of the handsome young author. Judy’s suggestion that Irene might help in the office had been flatly ignored, but she was still hoping that Emily Grimshaw would change her mind. In the meantime Irene occupied herself with Dale Meredith’s books and Pauline’s piano.
Little by little Judy became accustomed to her employer’s eccentricities, and meeting unusual people was an everyday occurrence. Jasper Crosby, of all the people she met, was the only one who seemed to resent her presence in the office. He came in, bringing an old shoe box stuffed with more poetry by the author of Golden Girl. The box was poked full of tiny holes. Judy’s curiosity got the better of her and she asked the reason.
“So the verses can breathe, simpleton,” he replied. Then he turned to Emily Grimshaw, “What’s the idea of this upstart in your office? Getting old, eh? Work too much for you?”