daily letter to Anthony.
Dressing Antonia the next morning was an excitement. The child's spirits had revived so that she could look at the situation with her customary detachment.
"I'm like that thing in the Bible," she said. "I've put away childish things."
"It will be great fun, you'll find, being as nice-looking as you can be," said Pearl.
Antonia nodded.
"But the other was fun too," she said.
Everything turned out exactly as Pearl had intended. Dolly did not come down to breakfast, and Williams did. So, by a miracle, did Mrs. Conway. Antonia's entrance created a sensation--her carefully curled hair, her spotless linen, her long slim legs in their gray silk stockings. Not only Williams but even Durland administered honeyed words of praise. Mrs. Conway approved of her child, but allowed no credit to Miss Exeter.
"It's so silly to worry about those things," she said. "I always knew that she would eventually begin to take care of her appearance. I shall write Anthony that feminine vanity has asserted itself just as I knew it would."
Mrs. Conway and Pearl and Durland and Antonia went to church, accompanied, as Pearl knew they would be