Appearing
utterly absorbed in her own costume and in admiring Esther's and
Mollie's, Polly only shook her head.
The June afternoon was a long one, so there still remained sufficient
daylight for the girls to see to dress in their tent. Over the crest of
Sunrise Hill a pale crescent moon with a single star glowing beneath it
had now arisen and the moonlight later on promised to be radiant.
There were bursts of laughter, cries of admiration floating from one
open tent to the other, for this was the first time the girls had seen
one another dressed in their new costumes.
Polly plaited her long black hair in two braids, twining it in and out
with narrow strips of bright orange ribbon, and then around her head she
bound a broader band of ribbon the, same color with a single black
feather just above her forehead on the left side. With her dark hair
and high cheek bones, which to-night were crimson with excitement, she
made an unusually picturesque Indian girl. Mollie's hair was softer in
texture and less heavy, so that she wore it hanging loose over her
shoulders.
At first, however, Esther's appearance was not much of a success.
Although, apparently lost in languor and uninterested in anything, from
her couch Betty observed her, wondering what could be done.
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