In another second Carita burst into the room and presented Blue Bonnet with two boxes, and close on her heels came Peggy with Sue's flowers.
The next half hour was a mad scramble. Afternoon frocks were changed for evening gowns. The younger girls were shooed from the room amid murmurs of protest, while a happy babble streamed on from the lips of the participants of the great event.
The Senior dance! Who that has felt its thrills can ever forget it! Who that has known its long anticipated joy can ever obliterate it from memory!
"Bring your clothes in here, Blue Bonnet, and I'll fasten you up," Annabel said, "and you can help me. We won't have many more of these occasions, will we?"
"No; but we're not going to talk about that now," Blue Bonnet said, flying into her room for her gown.
Ruth, dressing early, had gone down-stairs, and Blue Bonnet and Annabel chatted merrily.
"I like your Mr. Judson, awfully, Blue Bonnet," Annabel said, as she polished her nails vigorously. "He's terribly good looking! I don't know why—but I adore dark men. I suppose I should like blonds—"
"Why my Mr. Judson?" Blue Bonnet interrupted. "He's Carita's cousin—that's why I asked him to-night. I was awfully disappointed that Alec Trent couldn't come."
Annabel gave a little low laugh.
"He's the one you're sort of a sister to, isn't he? Well—he's very nice, but I should choose Mr. Judson for a life study—I think. There's something sort of splendid and inspiring about him. He's so frank and unusual."