“No, I want it decided now. How would I feel having you hand me cash for these pins?”
“What do you think, Betty?” asked Eloise.
“Her heart’s set on it girls, and I think she’ll be about killed if you insist on paying anything for the pins.”
“All right, then,” said Pauline, “let’s do it before we repent,—all in favor of accepting the pins as our unearned share in Cathalina’s well-earned good luck, say ay!”
“You are dears,” said Cathalina. “A load has rolled off my mind and I’m positively dippy about the sale of those designs. The moral of that is, do something you love to do, for people you love to do it for, and other folks will want it too.”
“It’s almost wicked, though, Cathalina, for us to wear these pins before the other girls, they’ll want some too.”
“Well, they can have butterfly pins. But the jeweler promised me not to make pins exactly like these for anybody, so these are our very own Psyche pins!”
“Our ‘inspiration’ pins,” added Betty. “Now let’s decide what we’re going to do on Hallow-e’en.”
Sometimes Greycliff girls gave a masquerade party all together, but this year it was thought best merely to allow the girls to get up small parties or not, just as they pleased.
“What day does it come on?” asked Hilary.