The other girls draped themselves comfortably round the room; and Flossie with a 'Yum Yum' began to dig into a box of candy on Margaret's couch. They all talked at once. "Hear the latest, Marg?"
"Look at Helen's spiffy suit!"
"Oh, money, money, what it will buy!"
"Money'll never buy me, I'll say."
"Marg, who's been fermentin' round lately? Girls, get wise to the flowers."
"Hot dog! See Marg blush! That comes from being so pale. What are rouge and lip-stick and powder for but to hide truth from our masculine pursuers?"
"Floss, you haven't blushed for a million years."
It was Dorothy Dalrymple who silenced the idle badinage.
"Marg, you rummaging in the past?" she cried.
"Yes, and I love it," replied Margaret. "I haven't looked over this stuff for years. Just to remember the things I did!... Here, Dal, is a picture you once drew of our old teacher, Miss Hill."