"What is it?"
"I want to celebrate my birthday."
"Indeed, lucky you! have you got money?"
"Yes; an unbroken sovereign. I mean to give a feast."
"Delicious! Bon-bons, do you mean?"
"More than bon-bons. I thought of lemonade, sandwiches, ginger-beer, chocolate, cakes."
"Nectar for the gods!" cried Hester, with enthusiasm.
"I spoke to Miss Leicester, and she has given me permission," continued Kate.
"Oh, the angel!" exclaimed Hester. "Then it is not going to be a case of stolen sweets; eh, Kate?"
"No; it is to be all rectitude, noble example, true hospitality; the most aboveboard sort of thing in existence."