“Those costumes! My dear, did you ever see anything so fragile? Perfectly hectic! But the colors—I’d give anything to have a winter suit made on that grey and silver motif——”
“Her voice!”
“His eyes!”
“That step they did was perfectly beautiful—don’t you think we could work it out by ourselves? Watch carefully if they bring it in again; I can follow it all up to that little kick she does and the half turn in the air——”
“What a perfectly stunning gown! Why in the world didn’t you save it for Junior Prom? Well, you may have others, but I’m sure I never saw you in anything more becoming—it’s a darling, Dotty; look at Helen’s cute gown!”
“They say this made an awful hit in New York—do you think it’s true that May Hastings is really going on the stage when she graduates? Why, I should think her people would feel terribly. But it would be a thrilling life, wouldn’t it?”
With a final burst of music, the entire company crowded the stage in one of those hurrahing finales, and the girls from Ambler House gathered up their wraps and made all haste for the stairs.
Outside Peggy summoned a taxi, and Mrs. Moore, Lilian, Katherine and herself climbed in.
“The station in time for the 11:10!” she called to the chauffeur, and in an instant Mrs. Moore was being whisked away from her one bright day of college.
For she had not felt like incurring the extra expense of staying longer, and Peggy and Katherine had been unable to think of a tactful means of arranging that part of it themselves. So they had simply crowded all they could for her into one day so that she would have a typical picture of the rush of college life to take back to her small town with her.