CHAPTER XV
THE PROFESSOR AT A KIMONO PARTY
The Welsh rarebit was just assuming its required thickness and smoothness and the toast was done to a turn ready to receive its libation of cheese, when the wanderers came pattering in.
“Where is Edwin?” demanded Judy.
“In his den! You see this is a kimono party and gentlemen are not admitted,” said Molly, helping Judy off with her coat and veil. “Now tell us all about it! Something has happened, I can see by your eyes and hair.”
“Happened! I should say it has! Something has bounced! Call Edwin! I don’t give a hang if we are in kimonos! I’ll be bound he does not know a kimono from a ball gown—I can’t tell it twice.”
“Otoyo and I are not dumb. We might help out when you fall by the wayside,” laughed Katherine, “but I, for one, don’t mind the professor.”
“Nor I! Nor I!” chorused the others.
“I think mine is vastly becoming,” Jessie whispered to Margaret, who called her a vain puss.
Edwin came in, rather pleased at being admitted and being allowed to have some of the party.
“I never expected to get in on a fudge party,” he said, contentedly settling himself by Judy, who was bursting with news.