"Yes; why not? See if I don't, and we'll have good times, too."
"Why, who do you propose to invite?"
"Oh, all our folks, and Bolton and Jim Fellows; then there are a good many interesting, intelligent men that write for the magazine, and besides, our acquaintances on this street."
"In this street? Why, there isn't a creature here," said Aunt Maria.
"Yes, there are those old ladies across the way."
"What! old Miss Dorcas Vanderheyden and that Mrs. Benthusen? Well, they belong to an ancient New York family, to be sure; but they are old as Methuselah."
"So much the better, Aunty. Old things, you know, are all the rage just now; and then there's my little Quaker neighbor."
"Why, how odd! They are nice enough, I suppose, and well enough to have for neighbors; but he's nothing but a watchmaker. He actually works for Tiffany!"
"Yes; but he is a very modest, intelligent young man, and very well informed on certain subjects. Harry says he has learned a great deal from him."
"Well, well, child, I suppose you must take your own way," said Aunt Maria.