in her construction of
Ingred's fancy costume. There were two clean sacks in the house, and she
commandeered them. She cut one into a skirt and the other into a jumper,
stitched up the sides, and frayed out the bottoms to represent fringes.
Then she took her water-color paints, mixed them with Chinese white to
form a strong body color, and painted Indian patterns on both garments.
The head-dress she considered a triumph. She went to a neighboring
poultry farm, and boldly begged the tail feathers which had been plucked
the day before from some game fowls. These she glued round a cardboard
crown, and the effect was magnificent. A dress rehearsal was held, and
the family rejoiced over Ingred's most decidedly Wild West appearance.

"You have a pair of real moccasins that Uncle Ernest sent you for
bedroom slippers. I'll cut some strips of cloth into fringe for
leggings, and you can wear Athelstane's leather belt, and carry an axe
for a tomahawk," said Quenrede, surveying her work with critical
satisfaction. "Don't forget to paint your face!"

"I shan't show anyone my costume beforehand," chuckled Ingred. "I really
don't believe anyone will know me! What luck if I won a prize for the
best disguise!"

"Bet you anything you like you don't!" murmured Hereward.

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because there may be others even better!"

"Well, of course, that's for Miss Burd to judge! But I think I've a
sporting chance, at any rate!"

The dance was to be held on Monday evening after supper, when it was
just beginning to grow dusk. The mistresses had taken the matter up
quite enthusiastically, and had stretched some wires across the garden,
and hung up Chinese lanterns. The hostel piano had been pulled close to
the window, so that the strains of music could float out into the
garden. At least fifteen seniors had accepted the invitation, and it was
rumored that Miss Burd had invited a few private friends. Supper was
held earlier than usual, so as to allow time for the all-important
operation of dressing, and the moment it was finished every inmate of
the hostel fled to her bedroom. Dormitory 2 was naturally a scene of
much confusion. The girls tried to put on their own costumes and help
each other at the same time. Fil, as a Dresden China Shepherdess, needed
much assistance in the settling of her panniers, and the arrangement of
her curls, which by special permission from Mrs. Best had been twisted
up in curl papers from four o'clock u