Aunt Mary gave a sudden twist,—as if the drink had infused an effervescing energy into her frame. “Well what am I goin’ to do to-day?” she asked.
“Mr. Denham has written out your engagements here,” said Janice, handing her a jeweler’s box as she spoke.
Aunt Mary tore off the tissue paper with trembling haste—lifted the cover—and beheld a tiny ivory and gold memoranda card.
“Well, that boy!” she ejaculated.
“Shall I read the list aloud to you?” the maid inquired.
“Yes, read it.”
So Janice read the dates proposed the night before and Aunt Mary sat up in bed, held her ear-trumpet, and beamed beatifically.
“I don’t believe I ever can do all that,” she said when Janice paused; “I never was one to rush around pell-mell, but I’ve always been a great believer in lettin’ other folks enjoy themselves an’ I shall try not to interfere.”
Janice hung the tiny memoranda up beside its owner’s watch and stood at attention for further orders.
“But I d’n know I’m sure what I can wear to-night,” continued the one in bed; “you know my bonnet was run over yesterday.”