“Certainly I am a pretty creature,” she said to herself when the gallant Colonel said something about being dazzled by her beauty.
“The fact is, my dear Colonel,” said Miss Katy, “I am thinking of giving a party, and you must help me make out the lists.”
“My dear, you make me the happiest of Katy-Dids.”
“Now,” said Miss Katy, drawing an azalia leaf towards her, “let us see—whom shall we have? The Fireflies are a little unsteady, but they are so brilliant, everybody wants them—and they belong to the higher circles.”
“Yes, we must have the Fireflies,” said the colonel.
“Well, then—and the Butterflies and the Moths, now there’s the trouble. There are so many Moths, and they’re so dull. Still if you have the Butterflies you can’t leave out the Moths.”
“Old Mrs. Moth has been ill lately. That may keep two or three of the Misses Moth at home,” said the colonel.
“I thought she was never sick,” said Miss Katy-Did.
“Yes, I understand she and her family ate up a whole fur cape last month, and it disagreed with them.”
“Oh, how can they eat such things as worsted and fur?” then sneered Miss Katy-Did.