But again my pleasures were brought to a speedy close. As the winter began to grow more cold, and the city more dull, the young ladies began to talk of a jaunt to New Orleans. Their first determination was to carry me with them; but, after calculating the "cost," they concluded it was better to go without a servant, and render all necessary toilette services to each other. They had no false pride—thanks to their Northern education for that!
Before their departure they gave quite a large dinner-party, served up in the most fantastic manner, consisting of six different courses. I officiated as waiter, assisted by Duke. Owing to the scarcity of servants in the family, Elsy was forced to attend the door, and render what assistance she could at the table.
Whilst they were engaged on the fourth course, a violent ring was heard at the door-bell, which Elsy was bound to obey.
In a few moments she returned, saying to one of the guests:
"Miss Allfield, a lady wishes to speak with you."
"With me?" interrogated the lady.
"Yes, marm."
"Who can she be?" said Miss Allfield, in surprise.
"Bid the lady be seated in the parlor, and say that Miss Allfield is at dinner," replied Mrs. Smith.