It was a long time since the school had had a fancy ball.
There had been private carnivals in the dormitories, but not a public official affair at which everybody could compete in the way of dresses.
Rumor spread like wild-fire round the room.

It was whispered that Miss Morley herself meant to come, disguised as Hiawatha, that Miss Rodgers had offered a gold wrist-watch as first prize, and that there were yards of gorgeous materials in the storeroom to be had for the asking.

The thrill of these manifold possibilities was sufficient to eclipse the attractions of their former intentions for the evening's amusement.

It was really more interesting to evolve costumes than plan tricks.

Every true daughter of Eve loves to look her best, and womanhood, even in the bud, cannot withstand the supreme magnet of clothes.