"I haven't time to stay," exclaimed the young lady, throwing herself upon the sofa. "You both must spend a sociable evening with me—a Christmas jubilee—egg-nogg, country-dances, etc. We are to have a high time. You are disengaged?"
"I am," said Josephine, promptly, "and if I were not, I could not resist the temptation to send a 'regret,' and go to your house."
"Thank you—and you, Ida—may I count upon you both?" drawing up her cloak. Ida declined courteously;—"she was engaged to Mrs. Dana."
"Oh!" began Anna, disappointed.
"Is it not too silly!" interposed Josephine. "It is a child's party—a molasses stew—think of it!"
"You are joking, Ida," said Ellen, "excuse yourself to Elle—we want you!"
"Not as much as my little cousin does. I cannot break my word to her."
"Little cousin!" smiled Anna. "I thought the relationship was closer. I will not give up the hope of persuading you. The nicest beaux in town are to be there—Mr. Thornton, Mr. Russell, and Mr. Villet, and Mr. Lacy, and a score more—do come!'"
"I cannot!" said Ida, with a pang.
"Papa will not be pleased with our going out separately;" said Josephine, that night.