She was all contentment....”
Miss Sinquier looked away.
To her surprise, lurking behind a property torso of “a Fawn,” her pigtails roped with beads of scarlet glass, was Miss May Mant.
“Tell me what you are up to?” she asked.
“Sh——! Don’t warn Ita!”
“Why should I?”
“I dodged her. Beautifully.”
“What for?”
“If she thought I was going on the stage, she’d be simply wild.”
“Are you?”