There was a white lace wrap with puffs of pink taffeta and knots of silver ribbon which went with the gown. Becky with a sudden impulse put it on.
She stripped the cap from her head, and wound her bronze locks in a high knot. She surveyed herself.
Well, she was Becky Bannister of Huntersfield—and the mirror showed her beauty. And Dalton had not known or cared. He thought her poor, and had thrown her aside like an old glove!
Down-stairs the telephone rang. Old Mandy, coming up to say that Mr. Randy was on the wire, stood in amazement at the sight of Becky in the rosy wrap with her hair peaked up to a topknot.
"Ain' you in baid?" she asked, superfluously.
"No. Who wants me, Mandy?"
"I tole you—Mr. Randy."
Becky deliberated. "I'll go down. When I come up we'll unpack all this, Mandy."
Randy at the other end of the wire was asking Becky to go to a barbecue the next day.
"The boarders are giving it—it is Mother's birthday and they want to celebrate. It is to be on Pavilion Hill. They want you and the Judge——"