ome we
were cheated of last September."

"What are you going to wear to the train this afternoon?" Jerry
inquired, critically inspecting two or three frocks she had laid out on
her couch bed. She was uncertain which one to wear.

"That one." Marjorie nodded toward a chair over which hung a one-piece
frock of fine white linen. "I think white looks nicest when one is
going to the station. I love to wear my white dresses as late in the
fall as I can."

"Then I'll wear white, too." Jerry immediately selected a pretty
lingerie gown and sighed relief to have that matter off her mind. "I am
going the rounds and tell the gang to wear white, by order of the Board
of Suitable Suits for Auspicious Occasions. Back in a minute."

Glancing at the clock, which showed ten minutes past four, Marjorie
hurriedly slipped out of the pink gingham dress she had been wearing and
took the white linen frock from the chair. She had been making leisurely
preparations for the trip to the station while Jerry finished unpacking.

"I can plainly see my finish." Jerry presently entered the room with a
bounce, seized a towel from the washstand and bounced out again. She
returned as breezily within a few minutes and continued her toilet at
the same rate of speed. Leila had said: "Not one minute later than
four-thirty," and Jerry did not propose to be left behind.

"Are the rest of the crowd going to wear white?" Marjorie asked, giving
her wealth of curly hair a final touch before the mirror.

"Yes; but it's just a happen-so. Most of them were dressed for the
auspicious occasion when I arrived on the scene. Their suits were
suitable, so I beat it back here in a hurry. Please tie my sash for me,
Marjorie, while I labor some more with my aggravating hair. I swear I
will have it cropped like Robin Page's."

"She'll have hers done up when she comes back," commented Marjorie,
deftly complying with Jerry's request. "It was almost long enough to do
up last June and she was proud of it."

"I hope Robin comes in on the five o'clock train. I'd like to see her.
Next to Helen, I like her best of the Hamiltonites."

The entrance of Ronny, also in white linen, with the information that
Muriel and Lucy had gone on down stairs to the veranda, cut short
Jerry's remarks. The three girls reached the veranda at precisely
four-thirty, to find Leila's and Vera's cars on the drive in readiness
to start.

Through the glory of late afternoon sunlight the two cars, ea