In spite of a sense of apprehension that would not lift, the year was a happy one for Lydia. In the first place, she went to three college dancing parties during the year. The adaptability of the graduation gown was wonderful and although Lydia knew that she was only a little frump compared with the other girls, Billy, who took her each time, always wore the dress suit! So she shone happily in reflected elegance.
In the second place, three men called on her regularly—Billy, Kent and
Professor Willis.
In the third place, Kent asked her to go with him to the last party and, to Lydia's mind, a notable conversation took place at that time.
"Thanks, Kent," said Lydia, carelessly, "but I'm going with Billy."
"Billy! Always Billy!" snorted Kent. "Why, you and I were friends before we ever heard of Billy!"
"Yes," returned Lydia calmly, "and in all these years this is the first time you've asked me to go to a party. I've often wondered why."
Kent moved uncomfortably. "Pshaw, Lyd, you know I always went with some girl I was having a crush on—that was why."
"And don't you ever ask a girl to go to a party unless you have a crush on her?" asked Lydia, mischievously.
Kent gave her a clear look. "No!" he replied.
Lydia flushed, then she said, slowly, "That's only half true, Kent. You've always liked me as I have you. But you've always been ashamed of my clothes. I don't blame you a bit, but you can imagine how I feel about Billy, who's taken me, clothes or no clothes."