He looked down at her in surprise—for not the first time that evening. “Doesn’t everything come to an end sooner or later?”
“That’s just what I’m complaining of! There ought to be more than sixty minutes to an hour—at times like these.”
“But, Miss Blue Bonnet, think what confusion—”
“You know—” Blue Bonnet’s eyes were most demure, “we really manage little things like that much better out in Texas.”
“And I verily believe he thought I was in earnest,” she confided to Ruth later. “Now why didn’t Aunt Lucinda send him out with Sarah?”
“Perhaps she has an eye for contrasts,” Ruth suggested. “Well, I suppose it’s all over—I’m mighty sorry!”
“So am I,” Blue Bonnet said.
And after she had said good-night to the last departing guest, and had seen Kitty on her way upstairs, promising to come too, directly, Blue Bonnet came back to where her aunt and grandmother were talking together. “You’ve given the nicest, prettiest party that ever could be!” she said gratefully, slipping a hand into both Grandmother’s and Aunt Lucinda’s; “and I just can’t thank you enough—but I’ll never, never forget it.”
“I think we may call it a perfect success from start to finish,” Miss Lucinda said.