Our city party was very cordially received. Anna herself took the old lady to her room, and waited on her in person. But—
“Where is Drusilla?” was one of the first questions she asked of Alexander.
“At school. Where is Dick?” he answered and retorted.
“At his office in the city, I suppose. But—Drusilla! why is she not here?”
“I would not let her come. But—Dick! why is he not here?”
“I would not let him come. And—Drusilla was to have been my bridesmaid!”
“And—Dick was to have been my groomsman!”
And here the young cousins looked in each other’s faces and laughed.
It was a merry party that gathered in the drawing-room that evening. Young ladies and gentlemen were grouped in small circles around various tables, engaged in diverting parlor games of one sort or another.
The general and the old lady were playing chess together.