Adele did not have far to go, for she found the little one slowly ascending the wide front stairs and her eyes were red, as though she had been crying.
“What is it, Betty dear?” Adele inquired as she drew the little girl into an alcove. “Have you had news from home?”
“No, it isn’t that, but I haven’t a party dress, and so I won’t be able to go to the dance.” The tears started afresh, but Adele, with a merry little laugh, exclaimed cheerily, “Oh, is that all? Why, Betsy, that pink muslin dress of yours would make the sweetest party gown if you would let me change it a bit.”
The little girl looked up eagerly. “Della, would you do it for me?” she asked. “I don’t know how to do anything like that myself. I’ve never worn the pink dress because I just hated that high collar and the long tight sleeves.”
“You’ll be surprised when you see what a fine dressmaker I am,” Adele replied gaily.
“Don’t say a word about it, and I’ll fix it to-night when we are alone. I’ll cut a square neck and short sleeves and put little lace ruffles around them, and oh, Bettykins, I’ve the dearest pink sash with long fringe that has never been out of its box, and you shall wear that.”
This was almost too much for the little girl and the tears appeared again, but this time they were happy ones.
“Della!” Betty cried impulsively. “That’s why everybody loves you, because you’re always doing things to make other people happy.”
Just then the gong sounded through the corridors calling the girls to the Gym.