Esther looked up eagerly; she had had rather a dull day of it.
“A theatre,” said June. “It’s from Micky. I tell you at once, so you shan’t throw cold water on it. He’s got some seats for a first night, and asks us both to go. What do you say?”
“I haven’t a dress,” said Esther promptly.
“I told him you’d say that,” June answered calmly, “and he said it didn’t matter––or something to that effect. Micky never notices what you wear,” she went on airily. “I’m going to wear an old purple rag that I’ve had for about forty years.”
Esther laughed. “I dare say I can buy one in time,” she said; she did not intend Micky to think she could 166 not afford a frock. “I think I should rather like to go,” she added shyly.
“Good!” June hid the amazement she felt. “Well, Micky’s going to call for us and take us out to dinner first. It’ll be a scrumptious dinner––Micky always does the thing in style!”
“It’s kind of him to ask me,” Esther said.
“Why?” June demanded. “Oh, you mean because you don’t like one another? But that wouldn’t trouble Micky; he’d take you out if he hated the sight of you, he’s so kind-hearted.”
“Thank you for a doubtful compliment,” said Esther.
She was making plans rapidly in her mind. Micky had never seen her well dressed.