"Also Baron Goodfellow!" said Mr. Sherwood. "That name fits you just as well."
"Prince Give Give wouldn't be half bad," said Rob Lindsey, "for he's wild to give somebody something, all the time."
"Everyone in this house to-night is dear," said Sprite.
"Including you, Sprite Seaford," said Rose, and little Sprite felt that she had never been so happy.
There were merry games, and then refreshments, and then more games in which the elders joined, and when "good nights" were said, the guests turned homeward with happy hearts.
The moonlight shimmered on the snow, and glittered on the pendant icicles, and the keen, frosty air proved it to be true Holiday weather.
Jingling sleigh bells, tooting auto horns, voices talking, and laughing at the same time told of a gay evening that all had enjoyed.
They would dream of the party that night, and talk of it on the morrow.
There was one thing that no one thought of until some time after the party, and it was Leslie who spoke of it, to Rose and Princess Polly.
"Only think!" she said, "Mrs. Harcourt has had three different teachers for Gwen this Winter, because Gwen has acted so that the first and second left, and Gwen said yesterday that the one they have now is to leave next Monday."