“It’s just like fairy-land,” said Constance, “and to-night, when the lanterns are lighted, it will be still more so. Oh, here comes the band.”
The orchestra, in resplendent uniforms, took their places on the band-stand, and began their preliminary tuning of instruments.
Then the girls and boys began to arrive, and each costume was greeted with admiring applause.
“WHERE’S BETTY?” SAID JACK, WRAPPED IN HIS INDIAN BLANKET
“Where’s Betty?” said Dorothy, as she came down, dressed as a dear little Swiss peasant.
“I don’t know,” answered Constance; “she must be out in the grounds somewhere. She wasn’t in her room when I came down.”
“Well, it’s time she appeared,” said Dorothy. “It’s ten minutes of three now.”
“Where’s Betty?” said Jack, as, wrapped in his Indian blanket, he came suddenly up to the girls, looking somewhat worried.
“I don’t know,” they replied at the same time. “She must be around somewhere.”