Peggy read with mounting conviction and assurance.
PEGGY LANE THEATER STORIES
By VIRGINIA HUGHES
Illustrated by Sergio Leone
GROSSET & DUNLAP Publishers
NEW YORK
© GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC., 1963
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
MANUFACTURED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
PEGGY ON THE ROAD
With a grateful sigh Peggy Lane lowered her achingfeet into the delicious warmth of a dishpan filledwith hot water, bath crystals, and Epsom salts. Inother rooms exactly like hers throughout the bigbrownstone house near New York’s Gramercy Park,half a dozen hopeful, equally tired, but determinedyoung girls about Peggy’s age were doing the samething.
At the Gramercy Arms, a rooming house for youngactresses in the middle of Manhattan, this was a dailyritual known lightheartedly as the “cocktail hour.”
Peggy sighed a second time, wiggled her toes inthe steamy water, and flopped back on the studiocouch.
“What a life,” she murmured darkly.
As if in answer to her complaint, the lights of NewYork began coming on. One by one, they twinkledthrough her window