"Well then, Frank, mother and I, are very unhappy to have you leave in your present state of health, and we ask you to please defer your visit to C—— until another time."
Emily looked much troubled, as she rose and stood before me. "You mean kindly; but believe me, dear sister, it would be far better and easier for me to be away. My head-ache is better, and is only occasioned by the heat."
"Well, darling, will you, to please me, postpone it for one week?"
She stood a full minute, as if calculating her own strength to endure; and then said, "I will, from such a motive, and for so short a time."
"Then," said I, joyfully, "one subject is disposed of. You've granted me one favor,—I want another."
"You're fortunate," she replied, smiling, "in finding me in good humor. However, you're not very troublesome in that way. I think I can venture to promise."
"Well," said I, casting down my eyes, (I could not for my life meet hers,) "I want that beautiful bride's cake."
"Why, Cora," she replied, as I glanced up and met a very mischievous look, "I didn't know you were so fond of cake. I'll make you half a dozen loaves."
"No, but I want that one."
"Why?"