“No, nothing so commonplace as that. I could have remembered silk or satin. It was—”
“Was it lace, or gauze, or crape?” suggested Rose.
“Or tarltan or muslin?” said Graeme, much amused.
“Or damask, or velvet, or cloth of gold, or linsey-woolsey?” said Harry.
Arthur assumed an air of bewilderment.
“It was gauze or crape, I think. No; it had a name of three syllables at least. It was white or blue, or both. But I’ll write a note to Mrs Gridley, shall I, Rosie?”
“It would be a good plan. I wonder what is the use of your going to parties?”
“So do I, indeed,” said her brother. “I am quite in the dark on the subject. But I was told in confidence that there are cards to be issued for a great entertainment in Grove House, and I should not wonder if my ‘accomplished sisters’—as Mrs Gridley in her friendly way calls them—were to be visited in due form by the lady of the Grove preparatory to an invitation to the same. So be in readiness. I think I should write the note to Mrs Gridley, Rosie; you’ll need a hint.”
Graeme laughed, while Rose clapped her hands.
“I am not afraid of the call or the invitation,” said Graeme.