“Well, she’s foolish if she worries over her!” exclaimed Ethel; “for Ruth never troubles herself about Marjorie. She’s awfully selfish!”
“And yet I wonder whether we wouldn’t feel resentful if we were in her position,” said Frances. “It’s terribly hard for the girls who almost make the sorority.”
Marjorie came back with the dress she was to wear that evening, and the girls hastily changed the subject.
“How lovely!” exclaimed Doris, looking admiringly at the lemon-colored georgette Marjorie was holding on a hanger.
“Marj, why did you insist that we all wear different-colored dance dresses?” asked Mae.
Her hostess laughed gaily. “It’s a secret,” she said. “You’ll find out to-night!”
“Let’s all get out our dresses, and see if we really did strike different colors,” suggested Marian.
“I hope they harmonize,” said Frances.
The soft pastel shades of the six dresses did blend beautifully together. Lavender, green, yellow, pink, blue, and white had been selected. They were not elaborately made; perhaps Doris’s was the fanciest; but it was white, and could afford, therefore, to have more trimming.