In the due course of events, the night of the birthday party at the Huxley home had arrived. Betty was in high spirits as she dressed. Doris took great interest in her donning of a new dress, “so becoming,” she said. “Betty, I never saw you look so pretty. And you don’t need rouge, either.”
“I should hope not,” laughed Betty, looking at her own image in the mirror. “My cheeks are so hot and I’m so excited over this—I wonder why. I’ve been with Jack enough before.”
Doris was going to a party herself, and wished that her new dress, something promised, were ready. But it was not a big party like Betty’s. “Papa’s calling you, Betty,” said she, taking her place at the mirror which they shared.
Mr. Lee, who had been bringing out his car in order to take Doris around to the house of one of the freshman girls, was waiting for Betty in the living room. “Just a word, Betty, before any one comes for you. This is a large party, I believe?”
“Jack said so.”
“Will there be dancing?”
“I hadn’t thought about it. Very likely.”
“Well, as you know, Betty, we do not forbid dancing and I have no doubt that this place where you are going is all right. I intended to inquire more about the people, but it slipped my mind. I have several things to think about, you know.”
“Yes sir. Let’s sit down, Father. I’m all ready but my wraps.”
Mr. Lee sat down and Betty perched on the arm of his chair.