"I really can't say I understand exactly what it is," said Aunt
Wealthy dubiously.
"What sort of looking creature is a sculpture, Mrs. Schilling?" asked
Mr. Egerton.
"Excuse me; there's some more company coming," she answered, hurrying from the room.
"My good landlady is really quite an amusing person," he observed in an aside to Elsie, near to whom he had seated himself.
She made no response. The newly-arrived guests were being ushered in, and there were fresh greetings and introductions to be gone through with. Then conversation became quite brisk, and after a little, it seeming to be understood that all invited, or expected, were present some one proposed playing games. They tried several of the quieter kind, then Lottie King proposed "Stage-coach."
"Lot likes that because she's a regular romp," said her sister.
"And because she tells the story so well; she's just splendid at it!" cried two or three voices. "Will you take that part if we agree to play it?"
"Yes, if no one else wants it."
"No danger of that. We'll play it. Miss Dinsmore, will you take part?"
"Thank you; I never heard of the game before, and should not know what to do."