“Oh, my gosh, I forgot something,” she gasped in a stage whisper. Leaving Dot to remark, “You would” to thin air, Mimi caught her full long skirt up around her and ran on tiptoes into her room.
Bang went the cedar chest top against the window sill. Out came two boxes to be dumped in vain in the middle of the floor. Desperately Mimi grabbed up her camp count book and holding it by the backs shook the pages till they rustled against each other.
“I must find it—I must!” she repeated. She was beginning to despair when a downy blue feather fell out. Clutching it firmly between her thumb and forefinger, Mimi headed for Miss Jane’s door.
“Miss Jane, Miss Jane,” she whispered tensely, turning the door knob as she spoke—“I have something for you—you have to have it, please.”
“Come in,” Miss Jane invited as Mimi slipped through the door—“What in the world?”
Mimi held out the feather.
“Here, Miss Jane. Stick this on you somewhere for luck. It’s a blue bird feather I brought from camp.”
“Luck?”
Miss Jane smiled as if Dick were the only luck she ever needed to be happy, but while Mimi explained she stuck the tiny feather under the ribbon of her corsage.
“Yes. Every bride must wear: