‘My fairy was certainly sister to a Brownie,’ said Claude, stroking Phyllis’s hair.
‘Claude,’ again began Ada, ‘Miss Car—’
‘I wish Cinderella’s fairy may be forthcoming the day of the ball,’ said Lily, disconsolately.
‘And William is going after all,’ said Emily.
‘Indeed! has the great Captain relented?’
‘Yes. Is it not good of him? Aunt Rotherwood is so much pleased that he consents to go entirely to oblige her.’
‘Sensible of his condescension,’ said Claude. ‘By the bye, what makes the Baron look so mischievous?’
‘Mischievous!’ said Emily, looking round with a start, ‘he is looking very comical, and so he has been all the evening.’
‘What? You thought mischievous was meant in Hannah’s sense, when she complains of Master Reginald being very mischie-vi-ous.’
Ada now succeeded in saying, ‘The Carringtons’ governess called me Lady Ada.’