“Are there many parties where you come from?” Virginia May began in a languid voice.
“There were two last night,” Jensina replied, “but I could only attend one of them.”
“Indeed!” said Gladys, and the two dolls glanced at one another and sniffed.
“I suppose you have all your clothes in that funny bundle,” Gladys remarked. “So quaint! I wish, Virginia,” she added, “that you would remind me to have the lock of my large trunk attended to, I may go visiting soon, and I couldn’t dream of travelling without it! I don’t quite know whether I shall wear my white satin or the pink velvet trimmed with lace. Harlequin says I look charming in the pink velvet!”
The trunk, as every one knew, did not really belong to Gladys at all. It had lain in the bottom of the toy-cupboard for ages with the lid half off and was full of broken china, while the white satin petticoat had only been loaned her for the wedding last week, and it was Virginia May’s turn to have it next. Virginia, however, chose to forget that she had quarrelled bitterly with Gladys over this garment only two days ago, and clasping her hands she exclaimed:
“Oh, darling, I should wear the white! White is always so becoming when one travels, especially with a veil.”
“I daresay you are right,” sighed Gladys, and she glanced again at Jensina.
