“Okay! How about that roof garden tomorrow night?”
“Not tomorrow night,” Irene pleaded. “I’ll be too tired. Can’t we wait?”
“Saturday, then. How about it, Pauline?”
“I said I wasn’t going.”
“But you must go. We won’t go without her, will we, Irene?”
She shook her bright head and laughed, “Indeed we won’t. Don’t be a goose!”
Did they want her, too, Judy wondered. Then she thought of Emily Grimshaw, and her doubts vanished. She might have something interesting to tell them about Joy Holiday.
CHAPTER XI
WHILE THE ORCHESTRA PLAYED