“How perfectly grand!” exclaimed Terry.
“Of course, we haven’t seen the boys yet,” continued Arden. “So perhaps we had better wait until we do.”
“And of course, I haven’t asked Mother about the party yet, either. It was just an idea,” Sim concluded.
“Oh—Sim!” was all Arden and Terry could say to that admission, and presently they lapsed into silence while the train clicked on.
The ride to New York from Cedar Ridge was hardly long enough, and it seemed no time at all before the various groups of girls were alighting from the variously colored taxis in front of the Chancellor Hotel.
Then up to their rooms in the gorgeous bird-cage elevators, to unpack their dresses and give last-minute touches to hair, hands, and complexions.
“Sim looks simply darling!” observed Arden in an aside to Terry. “As long as she is small and child-like, I think she’s wise in making the most of it.”
“Yes, she does look sweet,” agreed Terry. “And you look nice, too, Arden. I like that color on you. Your hair has a dandy wave. I think that was a good beauty shop, don’t you?”
“Very good,” assented Arden. “And to complete the circle, Terry, you look—wonderful!”
“Thanks!”