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In another second Carita burst into the room and presented Blue Bonnet with two boxes, and close on her heels came Peggy with Sue's flowers. The next half hour was a mad scramble. Afternoon frocks were changed for evening gowns. The younger girls were shooed from the room amid murmurs of protest, while a happy babble streamed on from the lips of the participants of the great event.
"Haven't we had a heavenly time to-night, Carita," Blue Bonnet asked between yawns, after they had retired. "Didn't Kitty Clark look pretty? I'm going to get after her hair to-morrow and do it like mine. Won't it be sweet? She has such loads." By noon the next day, each of the We Are Sevens were wearing their locks parted, and coiled in a knot regardless of the adaptability of noses.
Blue Bonnet and Carita chatted as they drank their tea. Miss Clyde listened attentively. Yes, there was a change. Blue Bonnet was growing up. But what made such a difference? Suddenly she knew! It was Blue Bonnet's hair. It was put up. "How long have you been putting up your hair, Blue Bonnet?" she asked. Blue Bonnet started and colored. "Not so very long, Aunt Lucinda.
Blue Bonnet rose to go. "Wait a minute, Blue Bonnet," Carita said. "I've some news for you. What do you think! Knight Judson's coming to Boston; my cousin, you know. He's coming with your Uncle Cliff. I've just had a letter." "Knight Judson! What for?" "He's always wanted to come, and now he has the opportunity. He's been wild to study engineering, saved his money for it for a long time.
"I shouldn't have told you all this, Blue Bonnet, only you made me. I wouldn't have dropped the hint about Annabel, only I think she's so awful nervy about wearing your clothes. Why, your Peter Tom's a sight and that yellow dress " "Oh, I don't care about the clothes, Carita. Uncle Cliff will get me some more. Annabel hasn't hurt them any. The Peter Tom will clean.
"And I'm doing penance for trying to thrust attention on Carita which she didn't need," she thought. But the penance indeed, the mistake itself had brought its reward: Blue Bonnet had learned her first lesson in faith. Friday came, and Blue Bonnet watched the girls as they started for the Symphony concert. How pretty they looked!
The last day in after years Blue Bonnet disliked to recall that last day, it was so fraught with sadness she had packed for Carita; helped Mary Boyd; given Peggy a lift with her things, which were piled in an indiscriminate heap for one big leap into a waiting trunk, and had put her own clothes and belongings in readiness for the long journey to Texas on the morrow.
Carita and Blue Bonnet waited until all the others had been supplied. Then Blue Bonnet found a little frock of pale pink crepe de chine; something she had long wanted; and Carita cast her lot with Ruth and Susy, selecting an organdy not unlike theirs, and a coat of blue broadcloth.
Sunday there was the service in the little church. Blue Bonnet did not have to be urged to go as on that first occasion. She and Carita were dressed and waiting when Denham drove round, exactly at a quarter before eleven, as he had been in the habit of doing for almost a quarter of a century. "That was a very nice sermon," Blue Bonnet remarked on the way home. "I think Doctor Blake is growing.
Carita Belleville, the dancer, you know?" Kennedy glanced at me and I nodded that I had heard of her. It was only a few nights before that I had seen Carita at one of the midnight revues, doing a dance which was described as the "hypnotic whirl," a wild abandon of grace and motion.
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