Judith, who still had a grudge against Queen's girls, although she was endeavoring to overcome it, here remarked:
"Why, I think you are looking particularly well to-night, Molly. Such a becoming dress!"
Molly flushed as she glanced hastily down at her two-year-old organdy. Mary Stewart put a hand over her cold, slim fingers.
"You always wear becoming dresses, Molly, dear. In fact, they are so becoming that no one ever looks at the dress for looking at you."
Molly smiled and pressed her friend's hand in return. She was wondering if Judith Blount would learn to curb her tongue when she had to curb her expenses.
"I want you to meet Miss Petit," she said, introducing the little freshman to the two older girls.
Mary Stewart shook hands kindly and Judith bowed distantly. Certainly Judith was in a bad humor that night.
"How do you like Wellington?" asked Mary of Miss Petit by way of making conversation.
"I think it's jus' lovely," drawled the little Southerner with her inimitable Louisiana accent. "I never danced on a better flo' befo' in all my life."
Mary Stewart smiled. The soft, melodious voice was music to her ears.