Maggie turned to walk away. She saw Priscilla standing not far off.
“Come, Prissie,” she said, affectionately, “you did admirably to-night, but you must have another lesson. You missed two of the best points in that last speech. Come back with me into the theatre at once.”
Rose bit her lips with vexation. She was wildly anxious to be at the auction. The sealskin might be put up for sale, and she not present. The corals might go to some other happy girl; but she had made a resolve to bring some of the very best girls in the college to this scene of rioting. Her reckless companions had dared her to do this, and she felt what she called “her honour” at stake. Nancy Banister had declined her invitation with decision; Constance Field had withered her with a look. Now she must secure Maggie.
“I wish you’d come,” she said, following Maggie and Prissie to the door of the theatre. “It will be an awful disappointment if you don’t! We all reckoned on having you.”
“What do you mean, Rose?”
“We thought you wouldn’t be above a bit of fun. You never used to be, you know. You never used to be strict and proper, and over-righteous, used you?” Priscilla was startled to see the queer change these few words made on Maggie. Her cheeks lost their roses; her eyes grew big, pathetic, miserable. Then a defiant expression filled them.
“If you put it in that way,” she said, “I’ll go and peep at the thing. It isn’t my taste, nor my style, but goodness knows I’m no better than the rest of you. Come, Prissie.”
Maggie seized Priscilla’s hand; her clasp was so tight as to be almost painful. She hurried Prissie along so fast that Rose could scarcely keep up with them.
They entered the hall. Maggie seized a hat for herself and another for Prissie from the hat-stand; then the three girls crossed the garden to Katharine Hall. A moment or two later they had reached the scene of the evening’s amusement.
Loud voices and laughter greeted them; they entered a large room crowded to overflowing. The atmosphere here was hot and stifling, and chaos reigned supreme. Pictures, ornaments of all kinds had been removed roughly and hastily from the walls; clothes, and even jewels, were piled on the tables, and a tall girl, standing on a chair, was declaiming volubly for the benefit of her companions. When Maggie, Rose, and Priscilla entered the room Polly was exhibiting the charms of a yellow silk dress somewhat the worse for wear. Laughter choked her voice; her bright blue eyes shone with excitement and amusement.