“Don’t worry,” advised Anne. “You’ll get it some way; and if not tonight, we can manage between us all to fit you out. We’re used to that; aren’t we?”
“I’ll say so,” replied Jane. “Why, Hazel, here, went to a dance last winter in a dress Mrs. Vincent lent her. That’s our chaperon; and as far as borrowing and lending go, she’s surely one of us.”
Just as they reached the top of the hill again, Lucile sauntered down the tea-room steps alone.
“Where’s the boy friend, Lu?” called Hazel.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Lucile haughtily, as she joined them.
“Don’t try to bluff,” ordered Hazel; “we all saw him meet you.”
“That’s one on you,” scoffed Lucile. “He stopped to ask me the way to Arnold Hall.”
“Arnold Hall!” chorused the others. “What in the name of fortune does he want there?”
“Don’t you wish you knew?” jeered Lucile.
“Is she putting something over on us? Where do you suppose he went?” whispered Hazel to Jane, but the latter only shrugged her shoulders.