CHAPTER VIII
THE MILITARY RECEPTION
“Are you going with Donald Hilton, Betty?”
“Yes, Cathalina. I can guess whom you are going with—Captain Van Horne.”
“Yes, I am. What shall we wear?”
“Our very ‘spuzziest’ clothes, they say, white kid gloves and all. The boys and officers will be immaculate. And there is to be a fancy drill and a prize drill, too, and the most wonderful supper ever. Dorothy told me, and Jack told her.”
“I saw Harry Mills and Jack Appleton with the girls the other day. It was Sunday at dinner, wasn’t it?”
“I think so. Jack has asked Hilary, and Henry has asked Lilian. Juliet is going with Lieutenant Maxwell.”
“That funny, jolly instructor?”
“Yes, the one you were with at the ice carnival. You haven’t forgotten him, I hope.”
“Oh, no. What do you think, Betty? You know that Captain Van Horne was here the other evening?”