“Here, just the minute after I ask you not to go away, you desert me,” she said.
“Well, I didn’t go very far,” Lucile consoled.
Mrs. Wescott laughed. “Go up in my room and get your things off, girls,” she directed. “You’ll find Margaret and Evelyn up there. Come down as soon as you can,” she added, as they started upstairs. “I want to introduce you all around.”
“All right, we’ll hurry,” said Lucile, and then squeezed her friend’s hand. “Oh, Jessie, what a lark!” she whispered. “We’re in for a good time to-night.”
“You have the right idea, as Jack says,” answered Jessie. “Did you see him look at you, Lucy?”
“Hush! they’re right behind us,” cautioned Lucile. “Hello, girls,” she cried, as she entered the room. “I don’t see how you managed to get here before us.”
“Oh, that’s easy,” laughed Evelyn. “How lovely you look! Oh, I love your dresses—both of them! Are they new?”
“Of course they are, or we would have seen them before,” said Margaret.
“Well, we’re not the only ones, anyway,” said Lucile. “I know yours are new. They’re awfully pretty.”
“We’re all satisfied then,” said Jessie, briskly. “Lucy, will you please put this pin in where it will do the most good. I never can keep this lock of hair in place.”