“That’s good; be sure and get there in time. I haven’t any idea who will be there, but I guess there’ll be quite a crowd. You know, I’m all shaky from excitement,” she confessed.
“So am I,” said Jessie. “My hand trembles so I can hardly hold the receiver.”
“I guess it runs in the family,” said Lucile, laughing. “Well, you’d better get back to your packing—and do hurry, Jess!”
“Don’t worry! I never knew the meaning of the word till this afternoon. Good-by—oh, wait a minute! What dress are you going to wear?”
“My new white one, I guess,” said Lucile. “I’ve been undecided all afternoon whether to wear that or the pale green, but Mother thinks the white is prettier.” 52
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, wear the white one, Lucy. I want to wear my blue dress, and I was afraid we might clash.”
“Oh, all right; anything for friendship’s sake,” laughed Lucile. “Good-by, Jess—hustle!”
“I’m glad that’s settled, anyway,” Lucile murmured, as she hung up the receiver. “Now I will have to rush,” and away she flew to her room, hair rumpled and eyes shining, to prepare for the dance.
The great affair had been originated by their guardian a few days before in honor of the prospective voyagers, and the girls hardly knew what they had looked forward to more, their trip to Europe or the dance.
“Oh, you look like the wild man of Borneo,” cried Lucile as she caught a glimpse in her mirror of tumbled curls and sadly rumpled dress. “It’s good you don’t have to go to the dance looking that way. They’d put you out, sure as fate. Well, here goes; let’s see how long it will take the wild man to take the form of Lucile Floyd Payton.”