"Oh it is lovely Mother" answered Beatrice, "and oh Father" she continued, "I bought some jewellry too!"
"Jewellry" cried Mr. Langton stirring his tea very hard, "with my money?"
"Well yes father," sighed Beatrice, "I hope you are not angry?"
"What did you buy" enquired Mr Langton.
"Two bracelets and a brooch" said Beatrice sadly.
Mr. Langton coughed and helped himself to some strawberry jam.
"I have been very busy putting some embroidery on your white petticoat all the afternoon," said Mrs Langton trying to change the subject, "you know I had a telegram to say you are expected on Thursday instead of next week."
"Oh Mother" said Beatrice, "I must begin to pack at once!" so saying she flew up to her bedroom, and ten minutes later the floor was littered with as many articles of clothing as you could wish to see, and when Mrs Langton came up after tea she found her daughter seated on the bed amid stockings of every shade, curling some crimson feathers.
"My dear Beatrice!" cried that good lady in astonishment, "what are you doing?"
"Well I was trying to pack mother" answered Beatrice calmly.