They drove on, and were presently in the village. They had been told where Dr. Wherry had gone—to a drugstore to get some medical supplies—and thither they made their way.
"Do you notice how every one is staring at us?" asked Alice, as they drove along the streets.
"They do seem to be," admitted Estelle, looking for the drugstore. "I guess it's the horse; he is so bony he has many fine points about him, as Russ said. And we're queer looking in these costumes ourselves."
When they alighted at the pharmacy and started in, they became aware of the growing sensation they were creating. For a little throng had gathered in front of the store, and more men and boys came running up, to form in two lines—a living lane—through which Alice and Estelle had to pass.
"We certainly are creating a sensation," gasped Alice, growing embarrassed.
"Look! a regular bridal crowd," said Estelle in a low voice.
Though they undeniably presented a pretty picture in their paint, powder, curls and hoopskirts, they were also an unusual one for that little country village.
"Look at the society swells!" cried one boy.
"Dat's de new fashion—makin' your nose look like a flour barrel!" added another.
"Aren't those dresses sweet?" sighed a girl.