She placed a stamp on it and mailed it, then hurried upstairs to her room again.
“I am rather tired,” she said to her aunt and Alfy, who were reading, “I think I shall rest a few minutes before I dress for dinner. We need to have dinner real early to-night, as we are expected to be at the National Theater at 7.30 p. m. Mr. Ludlow is to give us each a program, then, and tell us of any last orders he may have for us.”
“Shall I get your things all out and have everything all ready for you?” inquired Alfy.
“Yes, please.”
“What dress do you want to wear?” asked Alfy.
“I think you had better wear the pink one, dear,” suggested Mrs. Calvert.
“Very well, the pink one, Alfy,” called Dorothy.
“I will have all the things you need ready; shoes—I mean slippers, stockings, handkerchiefs, and gloves,” called back Alfy, as by this time Dorothy had reached her room, and was preparing for her rest.
Both Mrs. Calvert and Alfaretta continued to read for quite some time, and finally when she thought it was time for Alfy to get dressed, Aunt Betty said: