"Just find a nice comfortable chair and sit in it and keep your feet off the floor," Angela suggested. "Then, if any one asks you to dance, why, tell them that you'd like to but Betty says you mustn't."
"I've taken enough clothes for a month." Lois looked despairingly at her bag. "Sit on it, will you, Bet?" Together they closed it and Lois locked it as a precaution against its flying open.
"It's nearly time to start." Polly consulted her watch. "I'm so excited my heart's in my mouth."
"There's your carriage; it's waiting," Angela said, looking out of the window. "You'd better hurry. Here, I'll take one bag." Betty took the other, while Polly and Lois tried frantically to pull on their gloves.
"Be sure and remember everything," Betty said, as they ran downstairs, "so you can tell me how to act next week."
"We will," Polly promised.
They met Mrs. Farwell an hour later and took the train for Boston.
"I had a letter from Bob this morning," she told them. "He says that he will not be able to see us until luncheon time to-morrow; he's awfully busy, I suppose."
"Maybe he's trying to find partners for us," Lois laughed, "and he's not finding it easy."
Polly groaned: "Oh, Aunt Kate," she said, "suppose we have to sit out half the dances."