I wanted to hear the music; and with this soloist, and this weather, I knew that many others--would want to hear the music, too." "But you look so white! How much longer--when will they let you in ?" demanded Billy, raising indignant eyes to the huge, gray-pillared building before her, much as if she would pull down the walls if she could, and make way for this tired girl at her side.
Miss Greggory's thin shoulders rose and fell in an expressive shrug.
"Half-past one." Billy gave a dismayed cry.
"Half-past one--almost two hours more! But, Miss Greggory, you can't--how can you stand it till then?
You've shivered three times since I came, and you look as if you were going to faint away." Miss Greggory shook her head.
"It is nothing, really," she insisted.

"I am quite well.

It is only--I didn't happen to feel like eating much breakfast this morning; and that, with no luncheon--" She let a gesture finish her sentence.
"No luncheon! Why--oh, you couldn't leave your place, of course," frowned Billy.
"No, and"-- Alice Greggory lifted her head a little proudly--"I do not care to eat--here." Her scornful eyes were on one of the pieces of pie down the line--no longer a triangle.
"Of course not," agreed Billy, promptly.

She paused, frowned, and bit her lip.

Suddenly her face cleared.