"People who lose themselves at the Liederkranz, generally get found out in the end," says he.
"But I must hurry down town. Will you go? Everybody will be there. It is the place to meet a prince in disguise."
As Dempster uttered these words, my heart gave a great, wild bound, and my breath stopped. What if he were to be at the ball in disguise, seeking a safe and private interview.
"Yes, yes, I will go," says I, "but I don't know either! The mask and cloak!"
"Never mind about them," says E. E.; "I have a couple ready, feeling sure that you would go."
"Then it is settled," says Dempster, snatching up his hat. "I will be on hand. So good-morning!"
XXXVI.
THE LIEDERKRANZ BALL.
DEAR SISTERS:—That night about ten o'clock, three of the funniest-looking people you ever set eyes on might have been seen creeping—like black, and pink, and yellow ghosts—down Cousin Dempster's front steps.