“In a few days, anyhow; I haven’t looked up the calendar. The question is whether we shall have the Psyche Club only, or the literary society, or some other kind of a party.”
“If we have a Shakespearean Society Masquerade we could have the hall and try all kinds of Hallow-e’en doings, have one end curtained off, and have the girls toss apple-peelings to see what initials they form, you know,—”
“Yes, and the back stairs and steps are right there, you know. We could go down backward with a candle and a looking glass and see our future husband’s face and all that!”
“It wouldn’t be necessary to be masked, would it?” asked Juliet.
“No,” said Cathalina, “but it would be more fun, wouldn’t it?—more mysterious. I brought some costumes from home, thinking of Hallow-e’en. I have a pretty pansy costume for Betty. I always think of a dark purple pansy when Betty looks up with those eyes and lashes of hers.”
“Listen to that, Betty; did she ever tell you that?”
“No, she didn’t.”
“I’ve been saving it till the right time,” said Cathalina smiling at her chum. “Then I brought several others that I will show you, girls. One belongs to Ann Maria, my cousin, and another to Louise, another cousin. I happened to think of our needing something sometimes and asked the girls if I might not bring them. You remember Ann Maria and Louise, Hilary, don’t you?”
“Indeed I do.”
“I’m all right with a gypsy costume that I can get up from what I have,” said Hilary.