The dress looked as if it had been designed solely for Mrs. Burton and could have been successfully worn by no one else.
Once Miss Patricia nodded with a peculiar satisfaction which, had her action been observed, no one would have understood.
As a matter of fact she was thinking that there were persons who insisted that Polly Burton, the well known actress, was in no sense a beautiful woman and that her success was due entirely to her magnetism.
Miss Patricia was wishing that these same critical persons might have beheld Mrs. Burton tonight.
The new evening frock was an unexpected combination of yellow and bronze chiffons and so skilfully were the delicate materials arranged that there was never a decided contrast. The two colors seemed to melt into each other as if they had been a combination from an artist’s brush.
The dress might have obscured another woman’s personality, making the woman appear of less interest than her costume, but this was not true of Mrs. Burton.
Every now and then one of the Camp Fire girls would glance toward Mrs. Burton with a fresh appreciation of her charm. Until tonight they had not seen her in this particular setting of richness and elegance.
During the years of their outdoor Camp Fire life together, Mrs. Burton had lived almost as simply and plainly as her Camp Fire girls.
Yet it was an interesting experience for all of them, this brief change into sumptuousness which Miss Patricia’s generosity was affording. Mrs. Burton revealed her own enjoyment of it.
At present her blue eyes were glowing with enthusiasm, as she sat talking with interest to her present dinner companion.