"We are going to be late.

I hope Evelyn won't keep me waiting." There was a touch of impatience in her voice.
Even as she spoke there was a patter of light feet on the stairs, and Evelyn appeared in the doorway, her evening coat and scarf on her arm.
Grace gave an involuntary gasp of admiration, while Althea cried out openly, "Evelyn Ward, you are wonderful!" Evelyn's violet blue eyes flashed with gratified vanity.

She wore an exquisite gown of white silk and lace made in an apparently simple but very smart fashion, which revealed the pure beauty of her white throat and rounded arms, increasing her loveliness tenfold.

She wore white silk stockings and white satin slippers with little rhinestone buckles.

Her thick golden hair was drawn high on her head in a graceful knot and clustered in little curls about her temples and over her forehead, while her whole face was alive with excitement.