"So did I! And I've got the best news yet. We fly an autogiro to Birmingham tomorrow."
"Who do?"
"You and I, Lou! Our expenses are to be paid, and we get twenty-five dollars besides!" Linda did not add that it was she who was earning the money, for she had already made up her mind to share it with her chum.
Louise shook her head.
"Not this baby!" she said. "Tomorrow's Friday, Linda. I might not get back in time for the dance Saturday night. No, my dear, I'm not taking any chances."
"Do you really mean that, Lou? Give up a wonderful trip like this, just to go to an old dance? You could wire Ted."
"But I don't want to, Linda. Why, my heart'd break if I couldn't wear these new clothes I just bought.... Gaze on them! How about this cerise taffeta? Would you ever think any trimming could be so clever? It's made of feathers, you see—and look how the slippers match!"
Linda stood perfectly still, gazing at the finery without seeing it.
"You really won't go, Lou?" she repeated. "Even if I rush the trip?"
"Oh no, Linda, I couldn't possibly disappoint Ted."