“Your little heart should tell you.”
“What I’m worried about is that he may know me, and it was so silly to be trying that old Hallow-e’en test!”
“I don’t believe that he could see you any better than you saw him. You said that the candle flickered in the wind.”
“Yes, but I was shielding it with my hand. Still, I was all dressed up different, with my hair dressed high, too. O, well, what’s the use to worry?”
“None at all. He must have been a gentleman; still, it wasn’t very nice of him to look over your shoulder.”
“O, I don’t know; who could resist the temptation that knew the old superstition?”
“Won’t it be a jolly party,—two ‘skates’ and a dinner! I suppose the officers and instructors will be along, don’t you?”
“Yes; they say that the dinner will be quite an occasion!”
“This is the first they have had for several years, Miss Patty says. Then we’ll have a lawn fete in the spring, or just before Commencement, and invite our ‘soldier boys’ then, too, and the people from the village, I think, because it’s a ‘benefit.’”
Party frocks were looked over that night and occasional stitches taken where necessary. It was very hard to study when there were so many delightful anticipations. “What do lessons compare,” said Juliet, with reckless disregard of tomorrow and the class room, “with being ready for an ice carnival at Greycliff? What shall we remember in coming years,” she added, mimicking Isabel’s style of mock oratory, “the formulas and theorems of our class rooms?—or the scenes of the Ice Carnival at Greycliff?”