“What can we wear?” asked Terry.
“We haven’t much in the way of costumes,” Arden admitted. “I suppose, though, we can wear riding habits or blacken our faces and slick back our hair. We’ll probably have more fun that way than if we wore draperies.”
“Oh, yes,” Terry agreed.
“It will be a little break for us after what we know is in prospect,” said Sim in a low voice.
After lessons, the next day had been gotten through in some fashion and, following supper, the three hurried back to their room. Sim put on Terry’s riding clothes, which were much too big, and Terry wore a part of Sim’s sport suit with a woolly cap belonging to Arden. As for Arden, she put on a short, tight skirt and a sweater belonging to Jane Randall and knotted a scarf about her throat, Apache style.
Then, using a soft eyebrow pencil, the girls adorned their lips with villainous mustaches.
“How do we look?” asked Sim, trying to pose in front of a mirror that showed only part of her.
“Terrible!” laughed Terry.
“That’s the way we want to look,” decided Arden.
Down in the large gymnasium crêpe paper was used to cover the steam pipes, and many streamers, in the college colors, disguised the bare whitewashed walls. The room was crowded with noisy, laughing girls. At one end a portable phonograph was playing, with the loudest needle obtainable, a popular dance tune.