“Of course we will,” answered Betty, “and we’ll bring you the trees back if you want them,” she called as they disappeared. On their way to the stables Angela said:
“I’d like to know what Lo and Poll are having their hands saved for.”
As she said it, Polly and Lois, still on the platform, were wondering the same thing.
“Can’t we do something for you?” Lois asked presently, trying to look unconscious.
“Yes, if you will,” Louise answered. “I’m worried to death about my Commencement dress; it hasn’t come yet. Will you go down to the express-room and see if there’s a package for me?”
“If there is, hadn’t we better open it and shake the wrinkles out of your dress?” suggested Polly.
“Do, please, and I’ll love you even more than I do now,” promised Louise.
The box had arrived, and as the two girls untied it and took out the countless wads of tissue-paper, they discussed the subject uppermost in their minds.
“What did Louise mean about our hands, Lo?” Polly demanded.
“Perhaps it’s something to do with the musical,” answered Lois, slowly smoothing out the creamy white sleeve.