Celeste had a Tam o’ Shanter, which just suited her piquant face, and Jenny had a Scotch cap, which became her well.
“Now,” said Mona, as she rose from the table, “I’m going to give you each a bunch of these carnations——”
“To take home?” broke in Jenny, unable to repress her eagerness.
“Yes; and I’ll have them put in boxes for you, along with your cards and souvenirs, which, of course, you must take home also. And, if there’s room, I’ll put in some of these Christmas tree thingamajigs, and you can use them for something at Christmas time.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Jenny; “maybe my two kid brothers won’t just about go crazy over ’em! Says I to myself, just the other day, ‘What’s going in them kids’ stockings is more’n I know; but something there must be.’ And,—here you are!”
“Here you are!” said Mona, tucking an extra snapping cracker or two in Jenny’s box.
“We plan to go for a motor ride, now,” said Mona. “I wonder if you girls are dressed warmly enough.”
All declared that they were, but Mona provided several extra cloaks and wraps, lest any one should take cold.
“We have two cars for our trip,” she explained; “Miss Farrington’s limousine and my own. Has any one any preference which way we shall go?”
“Well,” said Mrs. Greene, “if you ask me, I’d like best to ride up Fifth Avenue. There ought to be some fine show of dress, a bright afternoon like this. And there ain’t anything I admire like stylish clothes. That’s a real handsome gown you got on, Miss Fairfield.”