CHAPTER XXV

GOOD NEWS Rose stared at her friend in incredulous delight. “Birdie!” she cried. “You don’t mean that he—that maybe he—” “Oh, Rose, please don’t!” pleaded Birdie, turning a brilliant pink that was tremendously becoming to her. “Some one might hear you. And besides, I don’t know what he wants—not really. You see, he didn’t say—exactly.” “Didn’t he—exactly?” teased Rose, glorying in Birdie’s flushed face. She had never dreamed that Birdie could look like that. Why, she was almost pretty! She leaned across and put one…