“Oh, wait till you fasten my waist,” Helen said, backing up to her. “I never can do it alone.”
While Scoris fastened it, Helen said to her: “How quickly you dress. I don’t see how you do it.”
“As I am older than you,” Scoris said, “I suppose I have learned a few things by experience, and one thing I am persistent in, and that is to have my waists fastened in front so I can be independent of every one else. But there they come. Four have passed and are lining up farther down the street. Yes, there is Paul and his sister in a two-seated one. Don’t take time to look, Helen, just hurry.”
“Oh! Scoris, please get my veil and gloves while I pin my hat on.”
“There they are; tie your veil and come. I will let them see that we know that they are here,” Scoris said, as she goes to the door.
“Now come along, you will do, Helen dear; we must not keep them waiting.”
The girls appeared amid smiles of anticipation, while Paul Arling assisted them into the automobile.
As they followed the crowd of automobilists winding in and out of the streets, then out to the country on their way to the Colony, I will tell you something about Paul Arling, for he is one of the members and an interesting one. He first became acquainted with Scoris in the illustrating firm where they were both employed, and when the society was first formed in the Vivian parlors she asked him to attend the meetings. He did so and soon became an interested and enthusiastic worker. He had supported his widowed mother and young sisters for several years. Now all were doing for themselves but his mother, and the interesting thing about him was his devotion to her. It brought out his sterling worth because he made duty a pleasure to himself as well as to her. This evening Scoris took her seat beside him while Helen sat in the one behind with his sister. It was her first automobile trip in company with a party going to the Colony and she was elated. Presently she remarked:
“How quickly ideas are taken up.”