A little spasm crossed Micky’s face, but it was gone so quickly June could never be quite sure if she had not imagined it.
“Ideal,” he said quietly. “Shall we go?”
“I’ll let you know about to-morrow,” June said, as they parted. “I shall have to wear the same old purple frock I wore when you took me out last time; you won’t mind?”
“Not a bit, as long as you come; and ... let me know about Miss Shepstone. If she won’t come I’ll give the ticket away.”
“I’ll let you know,” said June vaguely.
She walked home deep in thought. So Micky had known all along? She was not quite sure that she was pleased with him for keeping the fact from her. They had been such pals, he and she; surely he might have trusted her and told her!
“I suppose I’m not to be trusted with a secret, though,” she thought with a comical sigh. “Look how easily I gave Esther’s away!”
Tea was ready when she got in, and Esther and Charlie sat curled up together in the firelight.
“I’ve got an invitation for us both to-morrow night,” June said, even as she opened the door.