“Thank you, my dears,” she said amiably, giving an absent-minded glance at herself in the glass. “You are very kind, I am sure. I am such a busy woman I have little time to spare for beautifying; but I must say Miss Kean has improved my appearance by that high arrangement of hair.”
They were surprised that she remembered Judy’s name until they learned from Nance later that such was her training in meeting strangers, she never forgot a name or face.
“Now, where am I going?” continued the famous clubwoman. “You will drop me there, you say? You are going somewhere, Nance?”
“Yes, mother,” answered Nance patiently. It was the third time she had told her mother that fact.
At last they got her be-nubiaed and be-caped, and at exactly two minutes past seven o’clock deposited her at the President’s front door.
Then, with feelings of indescribable relief, they ran gayly across the campus, chattering and laughing like magpies.
Ten minutes later they were seated at Mrs. McLean’s large round supper table.
Professor Green, seated just opposite Nance, gave her happy, glowing face a long questioning look, then turning to Molly next to him, he said:
“She is enjoying it, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” whispered Molly; “thanks to you, good fairy.”