She went to her room and began to lay out the paraphernalia necessary for the occasion.
"Are you going to wear that?" asked Teddy as Janet took out a pale green evening gown from her trunk.
"Yes, might as well get the good of it. I find that if one doesn't use things when there is a chance, Fate decrees that they shall never be worn. I'll go down and telephone for a carriage before I begin to dress, then I can't change my mind."
An hour later, a very lovely Janet stood waiting for the cloak Teddy held ready to throw around her.
"I never saw you look better," said that individual. "That green is extremely becoming and brings out all your flesh tints and makes your hair look so dark and glossy. You are quite a stunning-looking girl, Janet, at your best."
"Thanks. And at my worst?"
"I'll not spoil my compliment by any supplement," laughed Teddy.
Janet gathered up her billowy skirts and ran down-stairs leaving her chum to the enjoyment of a quiet evening.
Snow had lately fallen and lay piled up in drifts along the streets and roads. Janet, leaning back in the somewhat cumbersome carriage which had been sent for her, congratulated herself that she was not compelled to march through the soft white heaps. She noticed that the mild weather succeeding the storm, would cause what was snow then to be slush to-morrow, and that even now the drifts were less compact than they had been.
The dance was given by Florence Worthington, one of the fraternity girls, and an alumna, and promised to be a very pleasant affair. Miss Worthington lived on the outskirts of the town in a fine old mansion which afforded abundant room for such an entertainment.