y hunted in the drawer. "They're not here."

"Then look on the closet shelf."

"Here they are. Mercy, aren't they beauties! butterflies embroidered on
them!" Betty drew one on over her hand and admired it.

"That's Lo's taste," Polly said. "She gave them to me for Christmas.
There, I think that's everything." She surveyed her neatly packed bag.
"I do hope my dress won't be wrinkled."

"What are you going to wear for an evening coat?" Angela inquired.

"Our capes," Lois answered.

"You'll freeze to death, and the hoods will crush your hair."

"Well, what will we do?" Lois asked. "Wear veils?"

Angela considered a minute, and then left the room to return with a long
scarf of maline over her arm.

"Here, take this, one of you; wait till we decide which one it's the
more becoming to." She put it around Polly's neck and drew part of it up
over her hair.

"Very sweet, but," Betty said, "try it on, Lo."

"Perfect! you get it," she said, as they viewed the effect, and
certainly the soft, flimsy tulle did make a charming background for
Lois' delicate beauty.

"Polly, you need something more severe," Angela said.

"I've a wonderful Roman scarf; it's all lovely pale shades. I'll get it;
wait a shake," Betty offered. "There you are," she said, triumphantly,
when she had pulled it tightly around Polly's head. "You look Italian;
all you need is a pitcher on your shoulder."

"It might interfere with my dancing," Polly laughed. "Thanks, ever so
much, Betty dear; I'll lend you my butterfly stockings when you go up to
West Point."

"Then, don't you dare dance holes in them," Betty warned. "Perhaps you'd
better not dance at all; it might be safer," she added.

"Just find a nice comfortable chair and sit in it and keep your feet off
the floor," Angela suggested. "Then, if any one asks you to dance, why,
tell them that you'd like to but Betty says you mustn't."

"I've taken enough clothes for a month." Lois looked despairingly at her
bag. "Sit on it, will you, Bet?" Together they closed it and Lois locked
it as a precaution against its flying open.

"It's nearly time to start." Polly consulted her watch. "I'm so excited
my heart's in my mouth."

"There's your carriage; it's waiting," Angela said, looking out of the
window. "You'd better hurry. Here, I'll take one bag." Betty took the
other, while Polly and Lois tried frantically to pull on their gloves.

"Be sure and remember everything," Betty said, as they ran down