Virginia’s toilet was completed just as the supper bell rang. “There’s to be a new way to choose the belle tonight. I wonder what it is to be,” Betsy whispered as the excited girls trooped down to the dining room.
CHAPTER XXXII
THE BELLE OF THE PARTY
After dinner the girls flocked to their rooms for a last peep into mirrors and a last adjusting of ribbon or ruffle.
The members of The Adventure Club were all in Dicky Taylor’s room, when Cora and Dora Crowell darted up from the lower corridor and bouncing into “The Sign of the Tea Kettle,” they closed the door and looked around beamingly.
“We’ve found out about it,” Cora began.
“And we thought we’d be the first to spring it. We know you are just dying of curiosity,” Dora seconded.
“They’ve all come and my, don’t they look handsome, though? Dean Craig just ushered them into the library.”
“But what we don’t know is what’s in the boxes that they gave to Delia. She took them right into Mrs. Martin’s office.”
“Girls, you make me dizzy. Begin at the beginning. What have you found out?” Dicky inquired.
“The way the belle of the party is to be chosen. Instead of voting for the most popular girl as we did last year, we are to vote for a boy to lead the grand march and he is to choose the belle.” Dora was much excited. She was far more interested in having been the first to hear the new plan than she was in the plan itself.