“Anne, what shall we do with the rest of the afternoon? We still have two hours before dinner-time,” said Eleanor, glancing at her wristwatch.
“We can go over to the nearest shop and get Polly an everyday hat. I can’t bear to see this lovely one hacked out at auction rooms. She needs complete outfits of underwear, too, but we may be too late at the shops, for that.”
“Anne, I saw in the paper this morning, when you were looking for apartments, that a fine Fifth avenue shop is having a sale of early fall models. Let’s go up and get Polly’s hat there,” advised Eleanor, eagerly.
Anne laughed. “You are willing to get one for yourself, too, eh?”
So both girls were supplied with chic hats before they returned to the hotel. There they found an invitation from the Latimers to come, informally, and dine with them that night. Dr. and Mrs. Evans would try to come in later.
“It’s now five-thirty. Can we get dressed and make it, in time?” asked Eleanor, anxiously.
“Oh, yes; we haven’t far to go, you know. A taxi will take us there in ten minutes,” replied Anne.
All was hurry and bustle, then, and when the two girls emerged from their rooms dressed in their new gowns, Anne felt that they did her credit. She could not but remark at the great improvement that clothes, well-fitting and of fine material, made in Polly’s appearance. Now the girl looked positively beautiful.
A pleasant evening ensued, Jim and Ken insisting upon the right to escort the ladies home after everyone had said good-night.
“You know, girls, Ken and I are going to Yale next week?” said Jim, as they started down Broadway.