Anne had a simple flowered-silk gown she proposed wearing. And the city
girls had elaborate dresses--Barbara's very much in the latest mode and
Eleanor's flounced and furbelowed, but modestly high in the neck as
became a girl not yet "out."
Sary had bewailed her fate the day preceding the eventful one. Eleanor
pacified her by presenting her with a net-lace collar to enliven her
rusty black alpaca.
An early supper was planned, as the ride to Bear Forks school would
take more than an hour, and every one wanted to be there for the grand
march. For several hours before supper-time, Barbara locked herself in
the bed-room and began her toilette. She dressed her hair, massaged,
and rouged and penciled her eyebrows, until she quite tired herself
out.
Eleanor and Anne rapped again and again for admission, but Barbara was
obdurate about her right of possession. When she finally opened the
door for her room-mates, they stared at her in amused surprise.
"Your hair looks all sizzly, Bob," said Eleanor.
"Oh, Bob, remove some of that carmine from your lips!" advised Anne.
"Why?" demanded Barbara.
"Too much of it, that's all!" giggled Eleanor.
But Anne and Eleanor had their own toilettes to make and paid no
further attention to Barbara. She managed to remove some of the
carmine, and pat down her hair, hot she could not do things as the
French maid generally did them to add to her beauty.
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