"Why, the people were sociable enough," put in Alicia. "I'm like Dot, I thought it was lovely! Muriel is as pretty as a picture—"
"She scarcely said three words to us!" complained Bernice.
"She couldn't help that. There were so many guests, that she hadn't time to more than speak a minute or two with each one of them."
"I like Berwick parties better," persisted Bernice. "There we all know each other—"
"But, Bernie," said Dolly, laughing, "all the people at this party knew each other,—nearly. We were strangers, of course, but the rest seemed to be well acquainted with Muriel."
"And I thought the party was to be for us," went on Bernice, "and I thought we'd be introduced to everybody, and be—well, be SOMEBODY, you know."
"Oho! you wanted to be honoured and lionised!" and Uncle Jeff's eyes twinkled.
"Not exactly. But I understood from Mr. Brown that the whole affair was gotten up for us, and so I think we ought to have been noticed more. Why, the boys just scraped acquaintance with us, and even had to ask our names!"
"That's the way they do at large parties, Bernie," said her uncle. "You are supposed to talk to any of the other guests without introduction."
"Well, it's no sort of a way! They were awfully nice boys, but I don't suppose we'll ever see them again."