They
wore tailored suits, high "one piece" frocks of any material from chiffon
to serge, symphonic confections like Miss Halsey's, and flowing robes
presumably artistic. None wore full evening dress except the guests of
honor. All, however, did not wear hats, and they arranged their hair as
individually as Alexina.
IV
"This may be our chance to see the art exhibit," said Aileen. "They'll
remember us in time, or Gora will...."
They descended into the room but had waited too long. Miss Halsey, turning
the guest of honor over to the second in command, a woman of portentous
seriousness, made her way hastily to the mere butterflies; who endeavored
vainly to slink away under cover of the rotating crowd.
"You won't think me rude, I hope," she cried, "but I had to start things
going, and it is awkward for all to introduce three people at a time."
"You were most considerate," said Alexina amiably. "But we only came to
witness Gora's triumph, and we enjoy looking on, anyhow....We were about to
look at the pictures...."
"You must meet some of our more brilliant members," said Miss Halsey
firmly. "They would never forgive me, and have been almost as excited at
meeting two such distinguished members of society as at meeting Miss Dwight
herself. Now, if you...if you...that is..."
"Our names are Jane Boughton and Mamie Featherhurst," supplied Aileen,
transfixing the lady with her wicked green eyes.
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