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`` It 's a beauty , '' said her father , but his eyes were more for the rosy cheeks and dancing eyes of his little girl than they were for the beloved new dress . Once , while Lucy and Phil were in the midst of an animated discussion about some baseball game or other that they had seen recently , Mr. Payton managed a sly wink in his wife 's direction that said more plainly than any words , `` Are n't you proud of them ? And they are all ours ! '' At quarter past eight the first of Mrs. Wescott 's young guests began to arrive . They came in relays of three and four , all very excited and happy and eager for a good time . Promptly at eight thirty Lucile and Phil , with Jessie and a cousin of hers , Jack Turnbull by name , started up the drive to Mrs. Wescott 's beautiful home . `` Does n't it look lovely with the lights all over the place ? ''