Jane merely smiled. Judith and Adrienne together meant much hilarity.
Dinner over, Alicia appeared to hold student vigil with Jane. Judith as promptly betook herself to Adrienne's room for an evening's relaxation. There she found Norma, who had also elected to eschew study for fudge.
It may be said to the quartette's credit that, though hilarity reigned during the fudge making, it was of a subdued order. When the delicious concoction of chocolate and walnut meats was at last ready for sampling, the four girls sat down to eat and talk to their hearts' content.
The conversation drifting to the all-important subject of dress, Adrienne exclaimed in sudden recollection:
"Ah, Judy, but I must show you the sweet frock which I have this day received from ma mère. It is, of a truth, the dream. But wait one moment! You shall thus see for yourself."
Springing up from her chair, the little girl darted to a curtained doorway, the entrance to a roomy closet, containing her own and Ethel's gowns.
It was at least five minutes when she reappeared, minus the new gown, an angry light in her big, black eyes.
"What's the matter, Imp?" questioned Ethel concernedly.
For answer, Adrienne laid a warning finger to her lips with a mysterious wag of her curly head toward the curtained doorway.
Her finger still on her lips, she picked up a pencil from the writing table and scribbled industriously for a moment or two on a pad of paper. Silently she handed the pad to Judith, who read it, opened her eyes very wide and passed the pad to Ethel. Ethel, in turn, handed it to Norma.