A SKATING PARTY
That evening, in the drawing-room, Mr. Forbes questioned the girls rather closely as to their enjoyment of the party at the Browns'.
"I liked it," said Dolly, "but it was queer,—that's what it was,—queer. The idea of just seeing a performance on the stage, and then rushing through a very fancy supper, and then scooting for home as if the house was on fire!—that's not my idea of a party!"
Uncle Jeff laughed. "And you, Dotty," he said, "how did it strike you?"
"I adored it! Everybody was so gay and smartly dressed and quick-spoken,—I do like to hear people say things fast."
"How queer you are!" exclaimed Bernice; "why do you like to hear people talk fast?"
"Not talk fast exactly, but say things suddenly, funny things, I mean."
"I understand," said Mr. Forbes; "you mean bright at repartee and quick-witted."
"Yes, sir, that's just what I do mean. And everything was so well planned and well arranged,—oh, I enjoyed every minute of it."
"Well, I didn't," said Bernice. "I'd rather go to a regular party, where they play games and dance and act sociable."