"Miss Davis will be here in a few moments," she said. "I thought I'd come and tell you."
"Thank you," said Marie Cliff, curiously.
"Also," said Stephanie, "I wanted to tell you how very lovely you are on that horse. I had a glimpse of you last week, and you were too enchanting! No wonder Helen's study is so exquisite."
The little dancer flushed brightly. Her gloved hand still lay lifelessly in Stephanie's, who had retained it; her childish eyes asked for the reason of this kindness from a girl who had never noticed her.
Then, reading the unuttered question, Stephanie blushed too:
"I'm not much older than you are," she said, "and I'm not nearly as sensible. I've been rude enough to ignore you. Could you forgive me and be friends?"
"Yes," said Marie Cliff.
That was all the explanation offered or asked.
"Will you come to tea at five?"
"I should like to."