The Ethels had not and Helen and Roger had gone directly to the garden, so they all went in on a tour of examination.
“Mother said that there was one thing about heating that she couldn’t stand, and that was the ugly radiators; so the heating man has tried to hide them as much as he could. There isn’t one in the house that stands out like a monument of pipes,” declared Dorothy.
“Even in the attic?”
“Not even in the attic. See, he’s covered most of them with grilles bronzed or painted like the wood-work of the room, so they aren’t at all conspicuous.”
“It’s these little points that make this house so attractive,” declared Helen. “Aunt Louise has thought of everything.”
“What are you going to wear at the party?” asked Ethel Blue of Dorothy.
“If we do that Columbus thing—” began Dorothy, looking at Helen.
“Go on,” the president of the U. S. C. replied to the inquiring gaze; “we might as well tell Roger now as later.”
“If we have the tableaux and pantomimes we can stay in our court dresses.”
“Court dresses?” inquired Roger, sitting up interestedly. “Why so scrumptious?”