“If so, that is some consolation to me, then.”
“Don’t worry your head about it, Bettikins; it can be fixed, I’m sure, if we need the costume again for anything.”
“It’s so pretty I’d like to wear it all the time.”
Later in the day Cathalina had a bit of news for Betty. “I heard that some of the boys from the military school were over last night,” she said.
“O,” said Betty, “who?”
“One of the young instructors was calling on Professor Schafer and two or three of the boys came with him.”
“Ha-ha-ho-ho!” exclaimed Betty. “Do you know who any of them were?”
“No; some of the older girls were telling about it and were wondering themselves what brought them.”
“I imagine that it would not be very hard to induce some of the boys to go with you on Hallow-e’en if you were going on an errand to a girls’ school. I’m not a very curious person, I think,” added Betty, “but I really would like to know who was here last night!”
No further information on the subject seemed to be forthcoming, even after a few guarded inquiries, and the weeks flew so fast with work and fun that Hallow-e’en soon seemed like a bright dream. Snow fell, beautiful and fleecy, or crystal and sparkling, rejoicing the hearts of the girls, as it introduced the winter sports. Thanksgiving came and went with its turkey celebrations and parties. As Christmas approached, there were sleighing and old-fashioned bob-sled parties. Skating and skiing and an ice carnival promised much. Olivia Holmes of New Orleans had all the winter that she wanted, but bravely endured the unaccustomed cold for the sake of the fun and the new experience. Luckily for her, her Dakota roommate realized how unused to cold winters Olivia was, and made all sorts of sensible suggestions for her protection. Bundled in furs, Olivia took part in everything with much zest.