She hastily fastened on her necklace and earrings, slipped on
her bracelets and stuck the coral pins in her hair. She saw a dazzling
little image in the glass and turned away with a glad, proud smile.
"We can't be kept waiting. Are you ready?" called Miss Day's voice in
the passage.
"Yes, yes; in one moment, Annie, dear," replied Rosalind. She wrapped
herself from head to foot in a long white opera cloak, pulled the hood
over her head, seized her gloves and fan and opened the door. The
coral could not be seen now, and Annie, who was also in white, took
her hand and ran with her down the corridor.
A few moments later the four girls arrived at the Elliot-Smiths' and
were shown into a dressing-room on the ground floor to divest
themselves of their wraps. They were among the earliest of the
arrivals, and Annie Day had both space and opportunity to rush up to
Rosalind and exclaim at the perfect combination of white silk and pink
coral.
"Lucy, Lucy!" she said, "do come and look at Rosalind's coral! Oh,
poor Polly! you must miss your ornaments; but I am obliged frankly to
confess, my dear, that they are more becoming to this little cherub
than they ever were to you."
Polly was loudly dressed in blue silk. She came up and turned Rosalind
round, and, putting her hand on her neck, lifted the necklace and
looked at it affectionately.
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