Annabel's tone was persuasive, but Blue Bonnet shook her head.
"Oh, come on! Sue wants to fix your hair. By the way, may I wear your white Peter Tom to-night? I'm wild for one."
Blue Bonnet got out the dress and handed it to Annabel.
"Thanks, awfully," Annabel said. "You are welcome to anything of mine, you know. One gets so tired of one's own things. Sue and I change all the time."
"You mean you do the changing," Sue said, laughing. "Annabel's worn out every pair of silk stockings I've got—honestly she has! I've got on a pair of Wee Watts' now, and they sag something awful. I think it's so inconsiderate of Wee to be fat. Nobody ever can borrow from her!"
She raised her skirt and the girls shrieked with laughter at the baggy stockings.
"Let's all change round to-night," Annabel suggested. "Blue Bonnet can wear my pink organdy, and I'll wear this—"
"Where do I come in?" Sue interrupted.
"At the head of the procession, as usual, dearest," Annabel promised. "You can wear that sweet yellow gown of Blue Bonnet's. Can't she?"
"I reckon she can," Blue Bonnet said. "I've never worn it myself yet."