"There was Roman punch!" laughed Cora merrily. "I believe I would like to be Roman punch, if it's not too strong."
"And served up to—" began Bess.
"The gentleman with whom she was riding yesterday afternoon," finished Belle. "The idea of a young lady going out motoring in a morning dress—"
"Bareheaded," chimed in Bess, and a laugh followed.
"Come to think of it, girls," spoke Cora, making an effort to get back to the party, "I do not think we ought to confine this fete to any particular period. Suppose some one wants to be—well, say, Priscilla—and has been wanting to be Priscilla all her life."
"That's right," agreed Bess. "It's just like you, Cora, to think all around a thing. Yes, I vote for a masked fete. Any sort of a costume, so long as we are masked."
Belle also agreed that this would be a better plan than the one first proposed, and then the trio of girls busied themselves over the invitation list. There was no time to spare, as the "doings" must come off before Mrs. Kimball's trip to Bermuda, for which she was preparing.
"And you feel you must invite Ida?" asked Bess. "I am sure she is almost as certain to do something rude as Sid would be."
"Yes, we had better have her," declared Cora, putting down Ida's name on the long list. "Ida is not really mean—she is rather unfortunate—and I think, as she has been in Chelton so long it would be unkind to leave her out."
"I hardly think she will come," commented Belle. "She has been so—so snippy lately."