Miss Ashton was much pleased with Nancy’s deference to her opinions. She had chaperoned other girls who had shown far less consideration.
“Thanks a lot,” cried Nancy, running happily off to dress for dinner.
At the table in the big dining room, filled with beautifully dressed people, Miss Ashton decided, after looking about, that her girls looked just as pretty as any of the other young people. Nancy was a picture in the old rose chiffon, with her dark brown fashionably bobbed hair, deep dimples, and dancing brown eyes. Jeanette, demure and dainty, was in the blue and silver which blended so well with her blond hair and blue eyes. The gypsy-like Martha was gay in unrelieved scarlet.
“Nancy has been invited to dance this evening,” began Miss Ashton, while they were waiting for the soup.
“Oh, how nice!” said Jeanette. “Jim?”
Nancy nodded.
“I thought it might be fun, if you all agree,” continued Miss Ashton, “to take a taxi uptown and look about a bit. Then perhaps when we get back, Nancy and Jim will be ready to join us at the cottage.”
“A good idea,” agreed Jeanette.
“And we might have a game of bridge,” proposed Martha, who had succeeded in stifling her bit of envy; for she did love to dance.
“Fine!” said Nancy heartily. “We’ll go over to the cottage as soon as you get back.”