“’Low girls!” called out Ruth Harrison, a tall girl who walked with a swinging stride. “I had to go shopping the last minute, and I’m dead. Whew! It’s hot carrying bundles,” and she took off her hat to prove it.
“A new robe? We were just talking about robes,” said Esther. “It’s hard to know whether we ought to fetch bungalow aprons or—or ulsters. Cara may have some kind of a midnight parade on, she’s such a joker.”
“Robe!” repeated Ruth. “Say, I never thought of a robe. This is a new party dress; Cara told me about the dance only yesterday. But a robe!” Ruth look dismayed. Her frank, eager face was suddenly changed into a question mark. What should she do about a new robe? She had one, of course, but probably not one worthy of Cara’s party.
“Don’t bother,” suggested Louise, noticing Ruth’s perplexity, “you can just duck in and out——”
“Ye-ah! While you all parade. I can see that. But do you mean to tell me I’ve got to wear my Indian blanket? It’s one I had at camp and I love it——”
“Why don’t you? That would be fun,” spoke up Louise, brightly.
“The very thing and I’ll bring—— But never mind the details,” Ruth suddenly drew up, getting a better grip on her box. “I’ll be there with my blanket. I’ve got to rush. I want an ocean bath first.”
“Isn’t she funny?” remarked Lida, as Ruth dashed off.
“She’d love a thing forever, even an Indian blanket,” said Louise, rather complimentary to Ruth.
“And an ocean bath today! Just as if she couldn’t have that every day,” murmured Esther as they were again on their way.