“My arctics and my hat and coat are in the closet. Your coat is much better looking than mine. It’s a shame to take it from you.”
“What’s a coat between cousins who love each other?” laughed Dorothy and put on Janet’s dress.
A few minutes later, the change of clothing had been made, and the girls regarded each other in awed wonder.
“I’ll bet,” Dorothy declared, “that when Howard sees you he’ll think I’ve come back again.”
Janet blushed. “Well, he’ll soon find out different. But it’s a shame to leave you here, darling. If there were only some other way!”
“But there isn’t. So cut along now, and just remember that this kind of thing is my stuff—I love it.”
“Some day I’ll make it up to you—if I ever can!”
Dorothy hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “You can do it tonight, if you want to.”
“Why—what do you mean?”
“Just follow any suggestions that Mr. Sanborn may make.”