“Approach, Daughter of the Sun,” spoke Barbara, stepping out from her hiding and assuming the pose of a very majestic Portia.
“Oh, how stunning! Barbara! Are you really a college girl?” exclaimed Louise, surprised and awed at the spectacle in a genuine college cap and gown. Barbara did indeed look like a young college girl, and her dignified personality seeming to add inches to her classic height as she stood before them.
“Wonderful!” Esther chimed in, while Lida seemed spellbound. Ruth, the erstwhile Indian maiden, went stamping around, uttering guttural sounds more like grunts and groans, however, than like anything Indian. Lida, in her heavenly blue, chosen to suit her pale blondness, was scarcely more noticeable than an unlighted candle, as she stood by. But on the whole the girls in their much-talked-of “robes” made quite a little chorus.
“Where’s Cara?” some one asked while the group lined up in mock ballet fashion.
“Yes, where is she?” pressed Louise. They seemed to be expecting something interesting from Cara.
“She was here a minute ago,” Babs replied.
Just then the door opened again and in walked—a bride!
“Oh, how lovely. How wonderful!”
After the first burst of admiration they all stood around speechless, for Cara was gowned in the full bridal outfit of a very old-fashioned style, the skirt of her “silk muslin” dress standing out as if it were very stiffly starched (but it was the sort of organdie that held it so)—and her waist!
“How in the world did you get into it?” asked Lida.