By noon Georgia’s walls were ablaze with effective decorations. “Complete Idiots,” printed in every color of the rainbow, was interspersed with sketches of every conceivable type of girl playing with every possible variety of doll. Straight could draw, if she could not adorn a Logic class. Fluffy and Georgia sighed to think that other people’s “memorabils” would be enriched with these fascinating trophies.
At a few minutes before one Straight and Fluffy slipped unostentatiously down-town in the rain to have lunch at a small new place where there would be no gamut of inquiry to run about the afternoon’s plans. Georgia meanwhile locked her door and waited until the house was at lunch, when she let herself out, posted a sign, reading, “Please don’t disturb until two o’clock,” hurried down-town by a back way, and joined the Duttons just in time to gobble a sandwich or two before the next train to the Junction.
On the station platform they met Madeline and Babbie Hildreth.
“Where are you going?” demanded Madeline.
“To the big city to buy Georgia a turban swirl,” Fluffy told them with a smile.
“I thought your C. I. blow-out was to-day,” said Madeline innocently.
“Oh-ho!” cried Georgia. “So you do take some interest in our society, though you haven’t appeared to. You’ll take more by to-morrow. Why don’t you go to the meeting? You’ve just got time. I know they’d vote to set aside the entrance requirements in favor of such distinguished persons as yourselves.”
“But why——” began Babbie.
“Georgia can’t live another minute without a turban swirl,” jeered Straight, climbing on to the train before it had fairly stopped.
“Tell all inquiring friends that we deeply regret not being able to be present at the fatal moment,” added Georgia.