"No, I'm afraid not. There isn't time now, anyway. I'll keep close to the wall. Fortunately I have a new cloak that will do."
"Well, that grey dress is lovely—when it's on you."
Rose hated the bother about the dress.
"I wish I could wear a dress suit like a man," she said to Isabel when they were in the midst of the final stress of it.
"So do I, but we can't. There's a law against it, I believe. Now I'm going to dress your hair for you. That is, I'm going to superintend it and Etta's deft little fingers shall do the work."
After dinner, Isabel ordered things cleared and said to Sanborn:
"Doctor, you go and smoke while we put on our frills."
Sanborn acquiesced readily enough.
"Very well—if you find me gone when you come forth, don't worry. I've gone ahead with my friend Yerkes. Your carriage will be full anyhow."
"All right." She went over and gave him a hug. "You're a good, obedient boy—that's what you are!"