"I will call Aunt Gwendolin over the long distance telephone and ask her what I shall wear at the party to-night!" was the happy inspiration.
In response to my request the maid conducted me to the telephone, and when the connection was made, I called:
"Hello, Aunt Gwendolin! This is the Yellow Pearl speaking!"
"How does that little minx know that she is the yellow peril?" I heard my aunt say, probably to Uncle Theodore in the room beside her. Then she turned to me and replied:
"Well."
"What gown shall I wear to-night at the party?"
Back over the two hundred miles of field, forest, lake, came Aunt Gwendolin's thin, squeaky voice:
"Wear your cream-coloured Oriental lace."
"Does it fasten in the front or back? If in the back I cannot put it on myself!" I returned, over the fields and trees and waters.
"Yes, you can, get some of the girls to fasten it for you," cried the voice through the phone. "Be sure and wear that; it so emphasises your Spanish style of beau——"