As Edward was busy in his office the greater part of the day, and the doctor in his professional duties, they saw but little of the ladies, and Mrs. Sherman, anticipating their wishes, advised Little Wolf and Louise to dress at an early hour of the evening, in order to enjoy a quiet social hour all together before the party.
The mysteries of the toilet occupied more time than they had calculated upon, and, just as they were in the midst of an important discussion, as to whether pink or white flowers became Louise best, they heard the gentlemen come in.
"There they come," said Louise, "I hear them in the parlor; do, mother, tell them we are most ready!"
"Now Miss DeWolf," said she, turning to Little Wolf, as her mother left the room, "how do you think I look?"
"Why you look like a prim puritan. The roses in your hair look as if they had been taught to grow very properly all their lives and they were not going to depart from early habits, even if they were going to a 'hop.'"
"Now, do you think they look stiff?" said Louise anxiously.
"Please arrange them for me," said Louise, stepping up to Little Wolf.
Little Wolf gave the offending flowers several slight twiches, this way, and that. "There, how do you think they look now," said she.
"O they do look lovely," said Louise, glancing at herself, admiringly in the mirror, why could not I fix them so?"