“Well, now, I’ll settle the matter,” said Mrs. Fayre, smiling at her younger daughter. “This time, let Daddy take you, and the next time we’ll see about it. You are growing up, I suppose, and, too, one has to do as other people do. But this first dance, I’d rather you went with father.”
“All right, Mumsie, I’m willing. I don’t s’pose it’ll be much of a party anyhow. Just the school girls and boys, you know.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Trudy. “When I went to High, dances were pretty nice affairs. What shall she wear?”
“I don’t know,” replied Mrs. Fayre. “I’ll have to ask the mothers of some of the other girls how much they dress. A white frock, I should think, with some flowers or ribbons.”
Dolly was satisfied with the outcome of the discussion, but quite another scene was being enacted next door.
“I’m going to the High School Dance with Tad Brown,” Dotty announced at the dinner table.
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” returned her mother. “A child of your age going out in the evening with a boy escort! Ridiculous!”
“But I am,” went on Dotty, decidedly. “Dolly’s going with Tod, and I’m going with Tad.”
“Did Dolly’s mother say she might?”
“I dunno. But we’re going. And I want a new red chiffon to wear.”