Meanwhile, behind a mysteriously locked door, the anxious Virginia was dressing her room-mate, who showed unmistakable evidences of further speckling, and whose determination alone kept her from crawling into bed, where she most assuredly belonged.
“Don’t you feel a single bit better, dear?”
“Oh, yes, I guess so—I don’t know. I feel sort of loose inside, as though I weren’t connected. But I’ll feel better driving over. Oh, Virginia, talcum powder my ears. They’re perfect danger signals. Is that a speckle on my neck? Oh, say it isn’t!”
“Of course, it isn’t! It’s only a wee pimple. I’ll talcum powder it, too. There! You look just lovely! Shan’t I let the others in now? They’re cross as hops, because we’ve both been so secret, and we don’t want to rouse suspicion.”
Priscilla assented, and Virginia unlocked the door to the house in general.
“Too bad you’re so exclusive!”
“Even if we’re not asked, we might see the fun of getting ready.”
“You look perfectly heavenly, Priscilla!”
“It’s a love of a dress!”
“Mercy, Priscilla, what makes your ears so red?”