Oh, _how_ I
laughed!"
"Mama won't laugh! She said you must wear the same frock at the Arkwrights'
dance next week."
"The white silk, underneath, is all right--look! Only a new net skirt over
it. Mama won't mind it in the least."
"If you have a new net over-skirt I shall have one too. You're not to have
an evening frock more than me. So come! I shall have blue again. Blue
tarlatan with white frillings on the flounces. Blue is my colour. Reggie
said so to-night."
"I suppose he admired you in that wreath of forget-me-nots?"
"He didn't say I was to tell you, if he did! You go to bed, and to sleep,
Deleah; and don't interfere."
"I'm getting out of my clothes as fast as I can. Why aren't you getting out
of yours, Bess?"
"I'm not going to bed yet. I'm waiting for mama. I've something to say to
her."
"What about? Oh, Bess, do tell! I always tell you everything."
She paused, stepped out of her dress which lay a heap of shining silk and
billowy net upon the floor, looked at her sister. "It's something about
Reggie," she declared with eager interest. "Yes, it is! Oh, Bessie, tell me
first. Your face is as red as red! Tell me first!"
You mind your own business, Deda; and brush your hair.
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