"And, Aunty, what do you suppose would happen to me if I should wear quillings when They don't?" said Eva.
"Well, of course, you don't want to be odd, child. There is a certain propriety in all these things. I will speak to Jacobs about it, and send him up here. Shall I?"
"Well, Aunty, anything to suit you. You may take off quillings, or put on fringe, if you won't insist on marrying me to anybody," said Eva; "only I do wish any one fashion would last long enough to give one time to breathe and turn round before it has to be altered, but the Bible says the fashion of this world passeth quickly away, and so I suppose one must put up with it."
"Eva, do you correspond with Mr. Sydney?" said Aunt Maria, after a moment's reflection.
"Correspond? No, to be sure I don't. What should I do that for?"
"He writes to mamma, though," said Alice, laughing.
"It's his own affair, if he does," said Eva. "I told him, before he went, I never corresponded with gentlemen. I believe that is the correct thing to say. I never mean to, either, unless it's with one whose letters are particularly interesting to me."
"How do you like that young Henderson?"
"What, Ida's admirer?" said Eva, coloring. "Oh, we think him nice enough. Don't we Alice?—rather jolly, in fact."