“I came home soon after dinner, Elizabeth. Yes, I had a very pleasant time; but I am glad to be back.” Miss Clyde bent and kissed Blue Bonnet,—not a mere formal kiss of greeting. It brought the quick color to the girl’s face.
“I’m afraid you don’t know—there’s been a good deal happened since yesterday morning, Aunt Lucinda,” she said hurriedly.
“I know all about it, my dear; your grandmother has been telling me. I am much gratified with the outcome, Elizabeth.”
Blue Bonnet smiled up at her aunt. “And you’ll call me Blue Bonnet, too?”
“My dear, I thought—”
“I know—but I was Blue Bonnet at home, you know,—until I was just all round horrid that night—and oh, I do want to be called it now.”
Miss Clyde smiled. “As you like, dear; only I think I shall still reserve Elizabeth—for occasions.”
“Oh dear!” Blue Bonnet answered, “I’m afraid it’ll be more ‘Elizabeth’ than ‘Blue Bonnet’ then, Aunt Lucinda.”
“We’ll hope not, dear.” And then Aunt Lucinda actually stooped and kissed Blue Bonnet a second time.