They were too eager for classes to be over and the time for the dance to come, to take a great interest in dative and accusative cases, or in the sum of the angles of right angle triangles.
“I’m going to dress as carefully as I can,” said Peggy, scrubbing her happy face until it shone.
“Yes, do, dear, and please take time to put on stockings that are mates,” laughed Katherine as she laid a dainty afternoon dress upon the bed and removed her pumps from their shoe-trees.
After many little pats on ruffles and curls Peggy and Katherine were dressed at last, and stood before their mirrors almost satisfied.
Then Katherine went downstairs to see if the girls needed any last help with the decorations.
Hazel Pilcher stuck her head in at Peggy’s door.
“Ready?” she called.
Peggy swung from the mirror and bowed to her, laughing.
“As ready as I can be,” she said. “Hazel, you look simply wonderful. You look—like somebody in the movies or on the stage.”
“Well,” said Hazel easily. “You might look prettier than you do, Peggy; you don’t make the most of yourself.”