“Oh, Rosie, come here a moment!” Adele called when that maiden appeared in the open door to announce that she was dressed and ready.
Rosamond accepted the invitation and Adele looked her over with a critical though admiring expression. “There is just one more touch needed; this lovely pink rose ought to be caught among your locks. Look, girls!” she added, turning to the others as she held a perfect flower among the short golden curls. “Isn’t it just adorable there?”
“It is indeed!” came a merry and appreciative chorus. Rose was the most beautiful of the girls, but there was not a jealous heart among them.
“I’m sorry for Bobby-boy!” Peggy Pierce teased as she spread her pretty ruffled blue skirt, and perched on the arm of Carol’s chair. “If he isn’t in love now, he will be before midnight.”
But Rose refused to be teased, and then there was a commotion out in the corridor.
“Oh, isn’t she dazzling?” Betty Burd cried.
“Who, Who?” the others called gaily, and Starr was laughingly led into their midst. She had on a dress of soft creamy material through which ran a silvery thread and under the lights it glittered prettily, but it was the circlet about her dark hair that had attracted the girls, for poised in front was a silver star. It was Geraldine’s present to her new cousin.
“Oh!” Adele exclaimed admiringly as she stood off and gazed at this girl whom she had come to love so dearly. “You fairly scintillate! I wish your prairie brothers might see you now.”
Starr laughed. “My doggie would never know me, I am sure of that!” she replied. “Just think, this is the very first party that I have ever attended.”
Madge Petersen, sitting quietly on the window-seat, looked at one and another of the flushed faces as she thought that never before had she seen so many lovely and lovable girls.