Esther looked at him, and suddenly she stiffened.
“Never mind what he says,” she answered defensively.
June laughed.
“Oh, all right––sorry if I was inquisitive.” She deliberately turned and began talking to Micky; Esther was left to herself, but she did not mind, she had enough now to think about. The longed-for letter had come at last.
She woke from her reverie with a start when Micky rose and said he must be going.
“And don’t you be so long before you come and see me again,” June said in her downright way. “And don’t go without that sample, Micky––it will go in your pocket quite easily.” She darted off to her room to fetch it, and Micky moved a step nearer to Esther.
“You have had good news?” he said.
She looked up startled.
Micky’s eyes flamed.