“Very well, if you advise it, I’ll accept, like a lady,” said Molly resignedly.
“It’s customary,” answered Sallie, smiling cheerfully and waving her hand as she hurried down the hall.
“Well, that’s settled,” continued Molly sighing. Somehow, Judith Blount did get on her nerves. “Now, the other note is even more serious in a way. Listen to this.”
Before reading it, she carefully closed the door, drew the other girls into the far end of the room and began in a low voice:
“‘Dear Miss Brown:
“‘May I have the pleasure of being your escort to the sophomore-freshman ball? Let me know whether you intend to wear one of your cerulean shades. The carriage will stop for us at eight o’clock. You might leave the answer at my door to-night.
“‘Yours faithfully,
“‘Frances Andrews.’”
The girls looked at each other in consternation.
“What’s to be done?”
“Say you have another engagement,” advised Judy, who was not averse at times to telling polite fibs in order to extricate herself from a difficulty. But Molly was the very soul of truth, and even small fibs were not in her line.