At last the show was over, then khaki colored figures were seen rushing around with cups of tea and plates of cakes. Here, too, Unc’ Aaron made himself useful. He was in his element and really added much to the event. In his queer costume he was the observed of all observers. “Who is the dear old-fashioned darkey?” was the question continually asked. And so did Uncle Aaron do his part in making a goodly sum for the hungry children overseas.
By six o’clock the tea drinkers had departed, and the girls hurried home to dress for the dance. It was to be an early affair since it was Saturday night, and was to begin at eight o’clock. Joanne had brought her dress with her. It was of pale yellow organdy and was vastly becoming, the girls told her.
“I just love you in that dress,” said Winnie turning her around. “Your grandmother knows what is becoming to you.”
“Yes,” said Joanne a little doubtfully, “but sometimes she likes my things a little fussy and I like them plain.”
“It’s just the opposite with me,” said Claudia; “mother likes my things plain and I like them a little fussy to hide my bones, but mother is most punctilious about it.”
“You mean pink-tulleous,” retorted Winnie with a laugh and a little touch upon Claudia’s diaphanous gown.
“Oh, Win, that’s dreadful,” exclaimed Claudia.
“I thought it was rather good, myself,” responded Winnie airily. “Is it you or your mother who is responsible for this get up?”
“Well, we made a compromise,” answered Claudia. “I wanted a few more ruffles and mother wanted a few less, so we split the difference, though I hope I shall not split the underskirt, which is a bit skimp.”
“It certainly is pretty,” commented Joanne. “You look like a rose in it, Clausie, a pink rose.”