"Hello, Cynthia!" called Jacqueline, softly.
"Hello! Is it you, Jacqueline, dear?"
"Yes. Don't you want to come over and eat chocolates and gossip?"
"Can't do it. I'm just starting for the hall."
"I thought you'd finished rehearsing."
"I've got to be on hand all the same. How are you, sweetness, anyway?"
"Blooming, my dear. I'm crazy to tell you about my good luck. I have a splendid commission with which to begin the new year."
"Good for you! What is it?"
"I can't tell you yet"—laughingly—"it's confidential business——"
"Oh, I know. Some old, fat man wants you to catalogue his collection."