The girls descended the stairs, after leaving their wraps in the dressing room, and each boy sought his own particular partner to escort her to the dining-room. Two long tables, each seating fourteen persons, were beautifully decorated with yellow crêpe-paper, favors, and large bunches of chrysanthemums in the center. The lights, too, were covered with yellow paper.
"It's lovely!" cried Marjorie with delight. "And hockey season's over, so we can just eat and eat!"
It was a typical Thanksgiving dinner, with turkey and brown gravy, and cranberry sauce. There was only a simple salad but everybody was expected to eat both mince pie and ice-cream, and to finish with nuts, raisins and candy.
"I'll never be able to dance a step," sighed Lily at the conclusion of the feast, as she languidly stirred her coffee.
"We're not going to, for a while," answered David. "For we have other entertainment."
"What?" asked Ruth, overhearing the conversation, and always eager for novelty.
"A fortune teller!" he replied. "She is going to tell all the girls' fortunes!"
Marjorie clapped her hands. "What fun! Nothing could possibly be nicer," she said, happily.
"And will she answer questions?" asked Lily.