“Ready?” Laura stuck her head through the door and asked. “Amelia and Grace are already downstairs. We better get started, or Grace will be backing down. Really, I think she’s scared to death, but is afraid to admit it. Me, I’m going to love this.”
“Me, too,” Nan admitted. “I can hardly wait. I’ve read about them so often. Remember the lecturer at Lakeview who had all those slides about bullfights in Spain. I’ve wanted to see one ever since then.”
“Yes, Mrs. Cupp was so angry over that. She didn’t think it was the proper sort of thing for young ladies to see. She thought it would coarsen them,” Laura finished primly. “Wait until we get back to Lakeview, will we ever have some tales to tell her that will make her hair stand on end! She’ll have to go to bed for a week to recover.”
“Oh, Laura,” Nan laughed, “you sound as though you’d be brave enough to tell her all about it yourself.”
“Well, if I’m not,” Laura joined in the laughter, “because we aren’t exactly bosom pals, you know, she’ll find out. Nothing escapes her.”
“Truer words were never spoken,” Nan agreed as she adjusted her hat in front of the mirror. “Come on, now, I’m ready. Are you, Bess?”
“Just a second.” Bess was rummaging through her purse. “There’s everything here except the thing I want.”
“Looks almost like an over-night bag,” Laura commented as Bess poured the contents out on the dresser.
“What in the world are you looking for?” Nan asked somewhat impatiently. Bess never could find things in her purse because she had a habit of saving everything and never cleaning the pocket-book out.
“Oh, my passport—I mean my visitors’ pass.” Bess really did look worried. “I had it this morning. I know I did.”