Brewster managed to say:
"Sary, Bob has on one of her most modern evening gowns. They are made
without tops, you know!"
Sary gasped and suddenly collapsed upon the chair. Her strained
expression, as she took a covert look at the dress, spoke volumes.
"Glory be, Miss Brewster," whispered Sary, hoarsely. "You-all don' mean
it fer trut', do yuh?"
"Yes, Sary, it is a very expensive and stylish robe."
"An' kin you-all let her march brazen-like, like that, in front of the
men!" shrilled Sary, holding both wide hands over her heart.
"I never heard or dreamed there was such ignorance in the world, as I
have found in Colorado!" now flared Barbara, turning and leaving the
cloak-room.
Sary waited but a second, then she cried, "Ah cain't 'low Jeb t' see
sech sights--an' he a good bachelor-man!"
Sary rushed out to spare her prey any shocks, and the other members of
the party gazed at each other doubtfully.
"Oh, well, it's not our funeral, Potty!" said Eleanor.
"Shall we join the dancers?" asked Anne.
"Yes, but I fear Bob will be ostracized," said Mrs. Brewster.
"Serve her right! Anne and I told her not to dress like that, but she
_would_, you know. She wanted to show folks the style," explained
Eleanor, taking silent Polly by the arm and leading her out to the main
hall.
As they left the cloak-room, the girls heard the fiddler shout: "Git
yer pardners fer the Grand March!"
And from that time on to midnight, the three girls had the best fun
ever.
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