“Sometimes, if you choose,” said her mother. “But I think our Christmas dinner is a personal sort of feast, and I’d like it better here by ourselves.”
“So should I,” agreed Jack. “Lots more fun, Betty.”
“But we’ll dine down-stairs to-night,” went on Mrs. McGuire; “so skip away, girlies, and put on pretty frocks for the occasion.”
“Isn’t it larks!” said Betty, as she and Agnes went to their room to dress. “Look at the beautiful Park! To-morrow we’ll take a ride in it. I wish we could go to-night.”
“I don’t want to go to-night,” returned Agnes. “I’d rather stay here in this beautiful hotel. There’s so much to see.”
“So there is. Hurry and dress. What are you going to wear?”
“I brought my blue voile,” said Agnes. “Mother thought that would be right.”
“So it is; you look lovely in blue. I’m wearing this Dresden silk. They go nicely together.”
Betty expeditiously arranged herself in the pretty light silk frock, and the girls hooked each other up and tied each other’s hair-ribbons, so that when Lisette came to offer her services, they were quite unnecessary. The boys, too, had made good time with their dressing and awaited the girls in the sitting-room.
“Oh, I wish we were going to dance!” said Agnes. “But I suppose we couldn’t in a hotel.”