But there—Alice has risen, and is gone to the mirror, and is arranging the finest auburn hair in the world in the most tasteful manner. The little lady watches every motion as comically as a kitten watches a pin-ball.
"It is all in vain to deny it, Alice—you are really anxious to look pretty this evening," said she.
"I certainly am," said Alice, quietly.
"Ay, and you hope you shall please Mr. A. and Mr. B.," said the little accusing angel.
"Certainly I do," said Alice, as she twisted her fingers in a beautiful curl.
"Well, I would not tell of it, Alice, if I did."
"Then you should not ask me," said Alice.
"I declare! Alice!"
"And what do you declare?"
"I never saw such a girl as you are!"