“Nope,” Maggie said, as if trying to find just the right kind of beast.
“Buffalo?”
“A little better than buffalo, I think. Maybe a well-bred cart horse. But don’t feel bad about it. You haven’t had lessons yet. Now, we can start by—”
“We can start by sitting down and getting to know each other first,” Greta interrupted. “Come on, Peggy. You must be really confused by all this.”
“A little,” Peggy admitted. “It seems that everyone wants to teach me something. I was hardly in the house when Gaby was offering French lessons! What do you teach?”
“I try to teach good manners to my crazy friends here,” Greta said with a laugh, “but I don’t seem to be very good at it!”
When Peggy was established in a comfortable chair, with the other girls around her, the first thing she asked was, “Now, who is Amy?”
“Amy Shelby Preston is all we know about her,” Dot said, “just as Peggy Lane is all we know about you. That, and the fact that you were both due to get here tonight.”
“Good!” Peggy said. “Then I won’t be the only new girl in the place! That ought to make it a little easier on me, and on all of you.”
“Oh, you’re not a new girl any more!” Irene laughed. “You’re only new around here for the first five minutes, and you’ve been here nearly ten by now! If Amy Shelby Preston takes another half hour to get here, you’ll be an old-timer by then!”