"No," said her mother, "you're too young, dearie, this party of Edith Holmes' is an evening party; it begins at seven o'clock and only the big girls can go to it."
"Oh, dear, will I ever get grown up!" and Genie sighed with envy of her sister and Dolly.
"But how do you know who anybody is?" went on Dolly, who had never heard of this game before.
"You don't! that's the fun of it. You can't tell the girls from the boys, and you must try to make your voice different, so nobody will know who you are. Have you plenty of sheets, Mother, to fix us up?"
"Yes, indeed; one apiece will do you I think, if they are wide ones."
"We'll make our own masks," said Dotty, who had attended parties of this sort before.
So they cut masks from white muslin, with a little frill across the bottom and holes to fit their eyes.
"Now we must put a piece of gauze or net behind these eye-holes," said Dotty, out of her full experience, "for if we don't, they'd know your eyes and mine in a minute, Dollyrinda."
"Then how can we see where we're going?"
"Oh, we can see through the thin stuff easily enough, but our eyes don't show plainly to other people."