eyes all who looked might read the story of insatiable and yet
satisfied love.




CHAPTER II


Plans for the big dance presently began to move briskly, and there
was much talk of the affair. As hostess, Rachael would not mask,
nor would Warren, but they were already amusing themselves with
the details of elaborate costumes. Warren's rather stern and
classic beauty was to be enhanced by the blue and buff of an
officer of the Revolution, fine ruffles falling at wrist and
throat, wide silver buckles on square-toed shoes, and satin ribbon
tying his white wig. Rachael, separately tempted by the thought of
Dutch wooden shoes and of the always delightful hoop skirts,
eventually abandoned both because it was not possible historically
to connect either costume with the one upon which Warren had
decided. She eventually determined to be the most picturesque of
Indian maidens, with brown silk stockings disappearing into
moccasins, exquisite beadwork upon her fringed and slashed skirt,
feathers in her loosened hair, and a small but matchless tiger
skin, strapped closely across her back, to lend a touch of
distinction to the costume.

On the Monday evening before the dance she tried on her regalia
and appeared before her husband and three or four waiting dinner
guests, so exquisite a vision of glowing and radiant beauty that