“Console yourselves,” advised Miss Bowman. “When the curtain goes up, you will have a fine view of the Senior exercises. They will be well worth the price you’ve paid for admission.”
CHAPTER XIII.
IMPRISONMENT.
Elizabeth turned the key in the lock the instant Mary stepped from the room. Then, as quickly as possible, she got into her roommate’s white gown. Mrs. Jones, with a broad smile playing over her ebony features, stood by with pins and ribbons. From her mysterious boxes, that Mary supposed contained the switches with which one could do wonders, she brought forth a wig of yellow-brown hair.
“’Pears like this ’ud do. The other young lady hab hair what just come to her shoulders.”
“It is just fine,” exclaimed Elizabeth, “as near the color of Miss Wilson’s as I can hope for.” She studied herself in the mirror as Mrs. Jones adjusted the wig. “I know every gesture that Mary makes except this.” She gave her head a toss, shaking back the fringe of hair about her shoulders.
She hurried dressing for it was almost time for the curtain to rise. “There!” she cried. “I’m ready. I hope the way is clear for me.”
Hastening to the door, she peered into the hall. Not a ‘noble Senior’ was in sight. The girls flitting through the dormitories were Middlers and Freshmen. Confident that she was safe from interference, Elizabeth, her white gown trailing after her, started forth for the chapel. Nancy Eckdahl and Mame Welch joined her at the foot of the stairway.