"I'd love it, if you won't insist on my breaking in colts, and— Look out, Lo! if you don't wrap up those slippers in tissue paper they'll be all scratched—"
"I haven't any tissue paper; won't a towel do?"
"Yes; here, I'll throw you one."
"Mercy! I almost forgot my silk stockings," Polly exclaimed. "Get them out of my bottom drawer for me, will you, Bet, like an angel?"
Betty hunted in the drawer. "They're not here."
"Then look on the closet shelf."
"Here they are. Mercy, aren't they beauties! butterflies embroidered on them!" Betty drew one on over her hand and admired it.
"That's Lo's taste," Polly said. "She gave them to me for Christmas. There, I think that's everything." She surveyed her neatly packed bag. "I do hope my dress won't be wrinkled."
"What are you going to wear for an evening coat?" Angela inquired.
"Our capes," Lois answered.