“Well, I haven’t you know—always put on my Latin quartier clothes, things I never dared wear in Paris, but they go big enough here, especially when worn by an exhibitor,” said Nels.
“I don’t know what I shall wear—probably borrow a frock from some one.”
“Would you—do you think you could wear one of mine?” asked Ruth hesitatingly.
“D’you mean to say you’ve got two?” asked Dorothy with mock amazement.
“If you think it can be arranged without too much trouble, I would like to go,” admitted Ruth.
“Simplest thing in the world,” said Nels who was rather proud of his influential friend.
The conversation about the water colour show drove thoughts of Gloria out of Ruth’s mind until she started homeward from the League. She wondered how Gloria would look, whether she would dare speak of the happening of the night before, whether Gloria would be shut in her own room and refuse to see her.
Gloria’s voice called joyously to her as she opened the door. She was standing in the midst of innumerable garments, frocks, hats, shoes, lingerie, gloves, all in a state of wild confusion, while George dragged huge trunks into the few empty spaces on the floor, and Amy stood by, trying to fold and classify garments as Gloria threw them about.
“I’m going to Palm Beach—want to come along?” she called cheerfully.
“I can’t very well leave school, Gloria, but if you want to close the house I can go to an hotel for a few weeks. How long are you going to be gone—when are you going?”