Betty had scarcely reached her room when the bell rang for dinner. “Hello, Bettikins, whither so late?” asked Lilian.
“I’ve been out with Isabel,” replied Betty, as she hurriedly threw off her coat. “Do you suppose I can make it in time? How does my hair look? My cap is good and I didn’t get it wet.”
“Give it a wee brush and slip into your dress and oxfords. Here they are,” and Cathalina brought out Betty’s shoes for her. “Go on, girls, I’ll wait and hook Betty up!”
“You are a dear. I don’t want you to miss dinner for me, though.”
“I shan’t and we’ll not be late, either.” Soon they both flew through the corridor and down the stairs to the dining room, entering somewhat breathless, but on time.
“Cathalina, the maid,” said Betty, “world-renowned, the champion quick-dresser! I’ve a tale to tell you after dinner, Cathie, but no references to it till then, please.”
Cathalina responded by a nod as they took their seats. Afterward they sought a quiet corner in one of the halls while Betty related her latest adventure. “And when I saw his face, Cathalina,” she said impressively, “you may know that I nearly went to pieces. It was Louise Holley’s brother!”
“The knight of last year’s adventure, then?”
“The same!”
“Well what do you suppose he was doing around there?”