CHAPTER III
TANIA, A PRINCESS
“Madge, do you think there is any chance that Tom won’t meet us?” inquired Eleanor Butler nervously. “I do wish we could have come on to New York with Lillian, Phil, and Miss Jenny Ann instead of making that visit to Baltimore. It seems so funny that they have been in New York two whole days before us. I suppose they have seen Madeleine’s presents, and our bridesmaids’ dresses—and everything!”
Eleanor sighed as she leaned back luxuriously in the chair of the Pullman coach, gazing down the aisle at her fellow passengers.
Madge was occupied in staring very hard at her reflection in the small mirror between her seat and Eleanor’s. She had wrinkled her small nose and was surreptitiously applying powder to the tip end of it.
“Of course Tom and the girls will meet us, Eleanor,” she replied emphatically. “Tom would expect us to be lost forever if we were to be turned loose in New York by ourselves. Oh, dear me, isn’t it too splendid that we are going to be Madeleine’s bridesmaids? I wonder if we shall look very ‘country’ before so many society people?”
“Of course we shall,” returned Eleanor calmly. “You need not look at yourself again in that mirror. You are very well satisfied with yourself, aren’t you?” teased Eleanor.
Madge blushed and laughed. “I do like our clothes, Nellie,” she admitted candidly. “You know perfectly well that we have never had tailored suits before in our lives. You do look too sweet in that pale gray, like a little nun. That pink rose in your hat gives just the touch of color you need. I am sure I don’t see why you are so sure we shall seem countrified,” ended Madge. She had liked her reflection in the glass. She wore a light-weight blue serge traveling suit without a wrinkle in it, a spotless white linen waist, and her new hat was particularly attractive. Her cheeks were becomingly flushed and her eyes glowed with the excitement of arriving for the first time in New York City.