"Monday, then, I will come over for you. And now, my child, good-by. I hope you have had a pleasant day."
Florence thanked her again and again. Mrs. Osgood's heart was really touched.
"What does she want you to do?" asked Granny, absently trying to thread the point of her darning-needle.
"Why,—I'm sure I don't know;" and Flossy fell into a brown study. "To wait upon her, I suppose, and sew a little, and—I like her so much! We had an elegant dinner at Salem, and ice-cream for dessert. O Granny, if one only could be rich!"
"Yes," rejoined Granny with a sigh.
"Tell us all about it," said open-mouthed Charlie. "Mrs. Green saw you riding by; and maybe she didn't make a time! She said you put on more airs than all Madison."
"It is nothing to her," bridled Flossy.
"But what did you have? Lots of goodies?"
"Yes, indeed. Silver forks and damask napkins and finger-bowls."