“I don’t know about that. Of course the very young ones will not, but the older ones won’t care whether they are through school or not. My, don’t I wish I’d been a boy, too!”
“Isabel!”
“I’m going over to see what Betty and Cathalina are going to wear tonight.”
“And, incidentally, what Hilary and Lilian are going to wear.”
“No, they won’t care what they wear, especially tonight, when all they’re thinking about is what is going to happen to Campbell and Philip, and how soon. If I were only old enough, I’d go as a nurse when our boys go.”
“You’d have to know something about nursing, too.”
“Yes; I suppose I would.”
“I don’t believe we’d better think much about it yet. It will be some time before we are actually in it.”
The girls in Lakeview Suite were dressing for dinner and the concert when Isabel entered. Cathalina’s cheeks were pink, and Betty’s were a match for them, as they dressed, in what Isabel called their “spacious boudoir.” Isabel perched on the bed and told the girls to back up to her if they wanted to be hooked up, or have any ribbons tied. “Will they let the boys sit by the girls if they want to?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” said Betty; “but they never let us have real invitations; we have to buy our own tickets, you know.”