"She's queer to go off by herself!" remarked the first one who had spoken.
"We're not very nice," said Betty Chase, who thus far had not spoken, "that is not very kind, to be so busily talking about her."
"Well, I declare, Betty, who'd ever dream that you, who are always getting into scrapes would boldly give us a lecture."
Betty's black eyes flashed.
"I know I get into funny scrapes," she snapped, "but whatever I do, I don't talk about people, Ida Mayo."
"You don't have time to," exclaimed her chum, Valerie Dare. "It takes all your spare time to plan mischief."
In the laugh that followed, Betty forgot that she was vexed.
Patricia began to find it rather dull sitting alone in a room back of the reception-hall.
She felt that she had entered the hall in a burst of glory; had fairly dazzled all beholders!
She had believed that the girls would be so entranced with her appearance that they would follow her that they might again inspect her costume.