“Say, that’s swell!” cried Francis.
“I just love it!” exclaimed Peggy.
“And am I to wear the tenement clothes in the dance?” asked Peggy.
“That’s what I’d like to know, too—about my clothes,” said Bobby.
“Oh, no. The nice gentleman and his wife, once they have seen you rehearse, dress you up just fit to kill, and all four of you when you do your dance will look like magnified humming birds.”
“I am so glad to hear that!” said Peggy.
“Did you ever see a girl,” observed the philosophic Francis, “who didn’t like to fix herself up in her prettiest?”
“You were just as anxious as I was,” flared Peggy.
“Well, it’s going to be great,” said Francis. “I wish we could start in right now.”
The meeting broke up in happy shouts and merry laughter, and, I believe, all four in slumber dreamed that night of happy things, not far off, but coming towards them in the bright hues of romance.