The young man pressed her hand.
“Goodnight—and thanks for a wonderful evening,” he said.
Marjorie turned about and hurried up the stairs. In spite of the rush and excitement, she was not tired. She wanted to talk it all over, to discuss the girls’ partners and dresses, the music, the flowers, the refreshments. To her joy she found Lily already in their room. She threw her arms about her in ecstasy.
“Oh, wasn’t it all wonderful, Lil!” she cried. “Come, let’s sit down and talk it over.”
But, to her astonishment, she found Lily’s mood totally different from her own. The other girl seemed quiet, subdued, happy, but in a dreamy sort of way. And although she agreed with everything Marjorie said, she volunteered very little conversation on her own part. Apparently absorbed in her own thoughts, she began mechanically to undress. Marjorie contemplated her in amusement.
“Lil, I bet you don’t even know what color Doris’s dress was!” she said laughingly. “You’re so in the clouds.”
Lily flushed in admission of the accusation, making no attempt to deny it.
“How many dances did you have with Dick?” pursued Marjorie, teasingly. “More than the law allows, I’ll wager!”
“Why—five or six,” replied Lily. “Really, I didn’t count them.”
“No, I guess you didn’t! Well, suppose we get into bed. I won’t bother you any more—I’ll leave you to your dreams.”