“Yes, we have always lived there, though Father’s people came from near Troy. But don’t call me Miss Van Buskirk. I am not grown up yet.”
“But you have quite an air about you, and as you recite with us in literature,—”
“Mother wants me to be a little girl as long as possible, she says.”
“O, indeed! When will she let you come out?”
“O, we aren’t that kind of people. We don’t give balls and big affairs as a rule. We have lovely family parties, and nice teas and dinners with our friends.”
“Do you know Nora Perry?” asked Pearl abruptly.
“No, I think not; though it is hard to remember whom I have met—there are so many.”
“She is in our class,” said Virginia, forgetting to drop her r’s. “She told me that she was going to take the first opportunity to call on you because she thinks it was your brother that she met at Virginia Beach last summer.”
“Very likely,” said Cathalina, thinking “poor Phil!”
“O, then you do have a brother?” continued Victoria, brightening. “Is he quite a little older than you?”