"Where now is your beautiful 'Monday morning, bright and early,' Tom?" said Aunt Faith, remembering the conversation at the breakfast-table.
"Sic transit gloria Monday!" said Hugh.
"Incorrigible," said Mr. Leslie, laughing as he said good-night.
CHAPTER VIII.
RIGHT AT LAST.
"Sibyl," said Aunt Faith, the day after the picnic, "have you completed all your preparations for Saratoga?"
"You speak as though my going was a matter-of-course, Aunt," said
Sibyl slowly.
"Is it not, dear? I supposed your decision was made several weeks ago," said Aunt Faith, thinking of the written paper which Sibyl had given her to read.
"I think I shall go," said Sibyl, after a pause. "Everything is ready but the pearls; I can buy them any time."
"I hope you will enjoy the summer, my dear," said Aunt Faith, taking her niece's hand affectionately.