It was only an errand, not a call, she hurriedly explained. Friday
night was going to be Hallowe'en, and wouldn't Alan and the girls
come over to celebrate, as a surprise to Polly? Jean and Florence
would be there, too. Then she went away again, leaving Alan to
discuss the matter with his mother.
Friday evening came, and the surprise was kept a profound secret.
Mrs. Adams had called Polly up-stairs to try on a new gown which
she had just finished, and Polly was still revolving in front of
the mirror, making vain attempts to view her back, when the bell
rang.
"You go down, Polly," said her mother. "I am all covered with
basting-threads."
So Polly, in all the glory of her new gown, went running down the
stairs to the door, and started back in astonishment as her six
guests came solemnly marching into the house, dressed in their
best, to do honor to the occasion.
"Why, what are you doing here?" she was beginning rather
inhospitably, when her mother unexpectedly came to her relief and
invited the girls to take off their things.
"We're a party, Polly," exclaimed Jessie. "How stupid you are not
to see it!"
"It's Hallowe'en," added Florence; "and we've been asked to come
to celebrate it.
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