"We'll all go together," said Norton. "We are all going to get it; didn't you understand? I want to see for myself, for my part, before the thing's done. I say! let us each give a glass, and have our names engraved on them."
"I don't want anybody to drink out of 'Judy,'" said the young lady tossing her head.
"Grandmamma will think she is kissing you," said Norton. "She'll wear out that glass, that's the worst of it."
"Then somebody else will have to drink out of 'David,'" said Judy's brother. "I don't know about that."
"Well, she'd like it," said Norton.
"But I wouldn't," said Judy. "I have no objection to her kissing me; but fancy other people!"
"It won't hurt," said Norton. "You'll never feel it through the glass. But anyhow, we'll all go to Candello's to-morrow and see the thing, and see what we'll do. Maybe she'll give us cordial in our own cups. That would be jolly!—if it was noyau."
"You are getting jolly already," said Judith. "Does Matilda ever get jolly?"
"You'll find out," said Norton; "in course of time, if you keep your eyes open. But I don't believe you know a brick when you see it, Judy."
"A brick!" said that young lady.