“But what about ‘papa and mamma,’ to whom you were to be shown? The cunning, little thing has some design upon you, Rosie, or, perhaps, on some of the rest of us.”
Rose laughed.
“Don’t be frightened, Harry. You are safe, as you are not domesticated with us. And I intend to show myself to ‘papa and mamma’ later, if you don’t object.”
“There! look at Graeme. She thinks you and I are quarrelling, Rosie. She is as grave as a judge.”
“Tell us about the party, Harry,” said Fanny.
“It was very pleasant. I don’t think Graeme enjoyed it much, however. I wonder, too, that she did not, for there were more nice people there than we usually see at parties. It was more than usually agreeable, I thought.”
“You are degenerating, Harry,” said his brother. “I thought you were beyond all that sort of thing. I should have thought you would have found it slow, to say the least.”
“And then to make him lose the supper! It was too bad of you, Graeme,” said Rose.
“Oh! she didn’t. I went back again.”
They all exclaimed. Only Harry laughed.