"If they only knew how meek and mild I am really!" the poor child would remark, dolorously. "If I could but make myself three inches shorter, or pad myself out round the waist till I was no shape at all! But it would be so dreadfully hot. And I really can't wear unbecoming hats—something in me revolts against the idea!"
To-night she had a letter in hand, which she dropped into Wyn's lap.
"I met the postman," she said, explanatorily. "Open it, do—it feels stiff, I believe it's an invitation."
Wyn opened it, drew out a square card with gilt edges, and read.
Miss Allonby, Miss H. Allonby, Miss J. Allonby,
Mr. Allonby.
Mrs. MILES AT HOME.
Tuesday, Jan. 5th.
Dancing 8.30,
R. S. V. P.
Innisfalle, The Avenue.
"A ball at the Miles'! Oh, Wyn, how splendid!" cried Jacqueline in ecstasies.
"Every creature we know will be there," said Hilda.
"Oh, Hilda, how glad I am we had those dresses made," said Jacqueline, jumping up and careering round the table in the excess of her spirits.