The girls laughed at this picture of magnificence and as Molly hurried away to invite the guests to the spread she heard Nance remark:
“You’ll look like the bride of the undertaker in that costume, Judy.”
“Not at all. I shall look like the Queen of Night, Anna Oldham.”
Judy went to the door and looked out. Molly was safely around the corner of the Quadrangle.
“Nance,” she continued, “don’t you think Molly would let me give her the dress?”
Nance shook her head.
“I am afraid not. You know how proud she is. It’s going to be hard to persuade her to buy it at that price. You know it’s worth lots more.”
Judy sighed.
“If I could only do something,” she said. “If I only had a chance.”
“Perhaps the chance will slip up on you, Judy, when you least expect it. That’s the way chances always do,” said Nance.