“Certainly,” said Rachel, dropping her armful of bundles on the floor. “I’m only making Christmas presents. Is the ΚΦ dance coming off at last?”
“Yes–another one, that is; and Mr. Parsons asked me, to make up for the one I had to miss. Now, would you hold my coat?”
“Betty! Betty Wales! Wait a minute,” called somebody just as Betty reached the Main Street corner, and Eleanor Watson appeared, also dressed for the dance.
“Why didn’t you say you were going to Winsted?” she demanded breathlessly. “Good, here’s a car.”
“Why didn’t you say you were going?” demanded Betty in her turn as they scrambled on.
“Because I didn’t intend to until the last minute. Then I decided that I’d earned a little recreation, so I telegraphed Paul West that I’d come after all. Who is your chaperon?”
“Miss Hale.”
“Well please introduce me when we get down-town, so that I can ask if I may join her party.”
Ethel Hale received Betty with enthusiasm, and Eleanor with a peculiar smile and a very formal permission to go to Winsted under her escort. As the two were starting off to buy their tickets, she called Betty back.
“Aren’t you going to sit with me on the way over, little sister?” she asked.