"Oh, well, I am a woman of the world, my dear," said Mrs. Sheldon, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, that completes our list, and we can prepare the cards at our leisure."
The same evening, about eight o'clock, the servant entered Miss Dearborn's presence, and said:
"There is a young man at the door who wishes to see you."
"Who is it? Did he give you his card?"
"I don't believe he has any, Miss Grace," said the girl, laughing. "It's a boy about sixteen, and a little girl."
"Oh, it's my train boy!" exclaimed Grace, with animation.
Soon Paul and his little sister entered the room.
Our hero's manner was modest, but self-possessed, while Grace clung to him bashfully.
"I am glad to see you, Paul," said the young lady, with a bright smile.
"Thank you, Miss Dearborn."