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Don't you, Aunt Lucinda?" Miss Clyde smiled. "Or Blue Bonnet is," she said quickly. "Perhaps that is it, Aunt Lucinda. Anyway he's more interesting." It was five o'clock on the Friday afternoon that Blue Bonnet and Carita had left for Woodford, that Joy Cross entered the room which she and Blue Bonnet occupied jointly. She glanced about, a look closely akin to joy lighting her plain features.
There was a far-away expression in Mrs. Clyde's eyes, as if she were looking beyond Blue Bonnet back into the shadowy past. She was: Blue Bonnet with her brown hair coiled low, curling about her neck and brow, was her mother over again a perfect replica. Miss Clyde noticed it, also, and when Blue Bonnet and Carita went up-stairs she spoke of it. "How Blue Bonnet grows to resemble her mother.
"Remember you are responsible for Carita, too." Mr. Ashe drew the solemn-eyed young girl who had been witnessing Blue Bonnet's little outburst into the circle. Blue Bonnet turned quickly and put her arms round Carita. "If Carita dares act like this, I'll exert my authority and spank her," she said, giving that young person a warm hug. "I'm to mother her in every particular.
She continued to wave her good-bys heroically until the corner was turned and Uncle Cliff and Miss Clyde lost to view. "Now for the unpacking, Carita. Come along. I'll help you first. That's a motherly spirit, I'm sure." "Yes, begin by spoiling me that's right!" Blue Bonnet gave the hand in hers a little squeeze. "A little spoiling won't hurt you a bit. I doubt if a great deal would.
"I have just had the pleasure of a visit from Carita Belleville in my laboratory." "Indeed?" returned Karatoff, with difficulty restraining his curiosity. "Miss Belleville has been very kind in introducing me to some of her friends and acquaintances, and I flatter myself that I have been able to do them much good."
She laughed gaily as she answered: "I haven't worn it myself; but some of the girls have. It makes a fine fancy dress costume. I believe Carita had it last at a Freshman party. She was a picture in it, too." Ten o'clock came before any one realized it.
But the hands of the hall clock pointed to half after five before the guests had left, and Mary and Carita were free to slip down-stairs from Fifth Avenue and across the hall to where the long boxes were piled high beside the mail bag.
I reckon the girls put two and two together and started the story. I can't think how else it got out." Blue Bonnet put her arms round Carita and gave her a swift hug. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Carita. It must make you feel horrid!" "Not a bit," Carita answered cheerfully. "Everybody knows that a poor clergyman's daughter would never get in a school like this without some help.
Carita Belleville had burst like a meteor on the sky of the "Great White Way," blazing a gorgeous trail among the fixed stars of that gay firmament. She had even been "taken up" by society, or at least a certain coterie of it, had become much sought after to do exhibition dancing at social affairs, and now was well known in the amusement notes of the newspapers and at the fashionable restaurants.
Carita was up with the larks the next morning and slipping down-stairs quietly, so that she did not even waken Blue Bonnet, found Denham and gave him the note. "It's for Mr. Alec, Denham," she said, "and it's very, very important. Please take it over immediately and give it to the cook. Tell her to give it to Mr. Alec the first thing when he comes down to breakfast.
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