“Cathalina thinks I have purple eyes!” pouted Betty, in fun.
“‘I never saw a purple cow,’” quoted Pauline.
“‘I never hope to see one,—’”
“I did not mean the color, Betty,” laughed Cathalina, “but I’ll admit that I did not make that very clear.”
“Well, then, let’s have the society party, no eats except apples, nuts, fudge and cider,” said Juliet.
“That would be clevah,” remarked Helen. “Can you get the ciduh?”
“We had some last year on several occasions. We’ll have to order it right away, and be sure to specify sweet cider. They had to throw away some that came once.”
“May we invite a few outside of the society?” asked Avalon. “I was thinking that Virgie’s roommate will be here tomorrow and it would be too bad not to have her.”
“O, of course, in a case like that it would be all right,” said Hilary. “Besides, it may be that some of the girls have made plans with other groups for some other party.”
It happened that the first written tests of the year came at the last of October, which added to the tensity of the week, and the girls found little time to fuss with costumes until the mystic night arrived. Meantime, Virginia Hope’s roommate materialized.