Peggy and Katherine became conspirators as soon as she was well out of the house.
“You have time this first hour to-day, and I have the third,” said Peggy. “So you go down and buy some green and white cretonne and some silk for pillow tops, and I’ll sew them up when I come in.”
In the afternoon they hung a “Busy” sign on their door for the first time, set the percolator perking coffee to inspire them and plunged into the green and white material in earnest.
“These cretonne curtains will be nearly as pretty as ours, don’t you think so?” asked Peggy, “and ours were made at the store. I’m getting very proud of us as seamstresses, Kathie.”
The plain silk was made into pillow tops of red, blue and yellow.
“The red one will brighten things so,” approved Katherine, when she came to stitch it over a plump pillow, one of three that the room-mates hadn’t needed this year for themselves.
Like culprits, they sneaked down the hall, their gay offerings wadded as closely as possible in their arms, and knocked in fear and trembling at Lilian’s door. If she had called “Come in,” they would have run. But they received no answer, so Peggy cautiously opened the door, and thrust her curly head inside.
“It’s all right,” she whispered in relief to Katherine a moment later, when she saw that Lilian had not returned from class.
The friends worked quickly, and soon the green and white curtains were hung at the windows, and the three bright pillows were ranged along the couch.
“But she hasn’t any couch cover at all,” wailed Peggy, standing off to look at the result “And the white bedspread does look so hopeless showing through those gay cushions. What shall we do, room-mate?”