“Oh, of course,” laughed Betty, who wasn’t going to tell. Not even Carolyn, or Kathryn were to know about that little interchange between Titania, queen of the fairies, and a Pirate of Penzance!
Betty was conscious of some inward excitement later, when the little orchestra played familiar and lively tunes and the invitation to supper was given. What exclamations and little squeals and giggles and happy laughter there were when the unmasking took place at the tables.
“I knew all the time it was you!”
“Oh, you fooled me perfectly! I hadn’t an idea!”
“I thought it was you, and then you had changed your voice so that I was not sure.”
“You gave yourself away when you used that funny expression about Jean. I’d heard you say that before.”
“Yes, and when you wrinkled up your forehead I knew you!”
Such were some of the merry expressions.
Betty was quite impressed; but she looked all around, as best she could without seeming to look, to see if she could see the Pirate of Penzance. But he was nowhere to be seen and much else engrossed her attention, her pretty place card, the little Hallowe’en souvenir at each plate, the good supper, light but savory, and the general jollity. Betty had scarcely given a thought to Lucia, except to wonder if a pretty Italian peasant could be Lucia. But she found herself at the same table with Lucia, who was in a beautiful costume as the Queen of Sheba. Real jewels flashed on her neck and arms and Betty wondered how she dared wear them.
“Are you all over your being bitten by the snake, Lucia?” someone asked.