Sis was out all day, and in the
afternoon Jane called me up.
"How are you?" she said.
"Oh, I'm all right."
"Everything smooth?"
"Well, smooth enough."
"Oh, Bab," she said. "I'm just crazy about it. All the
girls are."
"I knew they were crazy about something."
"You poor thing, no wonder you are bitter," she said.
"Somebody's coming. I'll have to ring off. But don't you give
in, Bab. Not an inch. Marry your Heart's Desire, no matter who
butts in."
Well, you can see how it was. Even then I could have told
father and mother, and got out of it somehow. But all the girls
knew about it, and there was nothing to do but go on.
All that day every time I thought of the Party my heart
missed a beat. But as I would not lie and say that I was ill--I
am naturaly truthful, as far as possible--I was compelled to go,
although my heart was breaking.
I am not going to write much about the party, except a
slight discription, which properly belongs in every Theme.
All Parties for the school set are alike. The boys range
from knickerbockers to college men in their Freshmen year, and
one is likely to dance half the evening with youngsters that one
saw last in their perambulaters.
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